#OH YEAH FEEL FREE TO SHOOT LIKE A MESSAGE OR SOMETHING IF YOU WANT LIKE TRIGGER WARNINGS OR ANYTHING

[tatzlyip]

how was saw x

i keep meaning to watch all of them but I never find the time

I honestly enjoyed it a lot more than I was expecting!! I won't say much for consideration of those who still want to watch it without spoilers, but I can say the movie included a part (arguably, multiple parts) that I have ALWAYS wanted to see in a saw movie and it was so thrilling seeing it.

I made a letterboxd a while ago and wrote a review and just... lmao

Also no shame in not being able to see all of them, it's a long process & the movies really meld together in your mind especially if you watch them so close together (4 & 5 are basically the same movie in my mind and to be fair their stories like- go off one another yk so it makes sense). Chronologically you would only need to watch Saw 1 to watch Saw X since it takes place after that movie (and before Saw 2) but imo I preferred having the context of the rest of the movies because there's some nods back to from the older movies that make more sense if you watch the series.

#circus-clownn #ask #really you can watch like the movies from 1 to 7 #because jigsaw (8) and spiral (9) like... dont really have any bearings onto the plot #8 screws up the plot further [HEAD IN HANDS] and 9 - i understand what they were going for but it just wasnt my thing #Saw 3d (7) btw is one of the most hated I believe however theres like 15 minutes of the movie thats really good if you watch it chrono- #-logically so in my heart its worth it (its not worth it but im insane) #i think also im a minority in the fandom for not outright hating saw 3d- not saying i love it because hell no i do not but i find it a lot #more interesting than other fans see it i think... #saw 1 will always be in my heart forever though like #if you just want to watch one saw movie then just watch saw 1 - its campy (... thats what the term is used for right) but i love it #i love older movies i love campiness i love saw 1 so so so much it has a dear place in my heart #OH YEAH FEEL FREE TO SHOOT LIKE A MESSAGE OR SOMETHING IF YOU WANT LIKE TRIGGER WARNINGS OR ANYTHING

[strawberrysturniolo]

never grow up seven

summary: after taking things to long distance, sunny and chris face the highs and lows of their love story. smuttyyyyyy and angstyyy. mentions of depression. some phone sex.

part six

part eight

Chris’ POV

The first two weeks of me and Sunny were so good. So fucking good. 

We were on such a high, a honeymoon phase I had never experienced before. We were talking consistently, both of us trying our hardest to make time for each other while we continued with our lives as we lived on opposite sides of the country.

One weekend in particular, I was kinda shit about responding, but it really wasn’t my fault. I had a shoot for Fresh Love on Friday, then had to go to an event that night. Saturday, we filmed a collaborative video all day with other YouTubers, and that night we filmed our podcast for Monday. Sunday, I met up with my friends at a music video shoot, and now that it’s Monday again, Sunny is back in classes.

I woke up late from having such a loaded weekend, and when I tried calling her at 1 p.m., she declined my call.

Me: Hey. Are you in class?

Sunshine: at work

Me: Oh

Me: Sorry. I had a crazy weekend. Woke up late because I’m exhausted. Can you talk after work?

Sunshine: i wont get home until midnight and then i have an 8 am tmr.

Sunshine: you didnt have a minute to text at all?

Me: I’m sorry baby

Me: I was really busy

Me: I’m trying to talk now but it’s the time zones fault

Sunshine: yeah

I know she’s upset with me. This is one of those unfortunate things that comes with distance. I’m really trying. When both of us are free, it’s great, and we can talk forever, but when one of us is really busy, it throws everything off. 

My schedule was loaded this weekend, and hers is loaded through the week with her classes and work, so with those combined, we haven’t really talked in a week. 

Me: I love you. Text me when you’re home from work so I can say goodnight

Sunshine: i love you too

I feel like shit. I’m really trying here. I can’t read her tone over text messages, and we haven’t had the time to have a real conversation over the phone. 

We’ll try harder tomorrow.

–

Sunshine: are u kidding me christopher!!!!

Me: What!!!

Sunshine: what are these flowers for??????

Me: Lol. Surprise

Sunshine: i’m gonna cry

Me: Noooo they weren’t supposed to make you sad

Sunshine: i’m happy! this was just so sweet. i miss you sm 

Me: Can you talk?

She FaceTime’s me instantly. I was never a FaceTime kind of guy. Even though me and my brothers are away from everyone we grew up with, I still was never the kind of person to opt for a FaceTime call. 

With her, I’ll always answer a call so I can see her face.

“Hey, pretty girl,” I smile, watching her place her flowers into a clear vase in her kitchen. I lay down on my bed, tucking a pillow under my chin.

“Hi!” she waves. She’s fucking adorable. “This is so cute, Chris. I had no idea you were doing this!”

“That’s the point of a surpriseeeeeee,” I remind her. “Did you see the card?”

“I did,” she nods, smiling big at me. “Very sweet of you.”

I shrug casually. “I try. How was your day?”

She lets out an exhausted sigh. “Good, but busy. I’ve kinda been feeling like shit lately.”

I sit up straight, pushing the pillow I had been laying on out of the frame. “What? Why didn’t you say something?”

“You’re 3,000 miles away,” she reminds me. “What are you going to be able to do?”

“Listen while you rant, give you advice, give you some encouragement,” I list off for her. “What kind of shit?”

“Just the usual–”

“Sunny!” I interrupt her. “You gotta tell me these things!”

“Well, sorry! I didn’t want to text you, ‘Hey, congrats on all the great stuff you’re doing, I’m super depressed and feel miserable all the time and all I want is my boyfriend to come home and be with me.’ That would only make me feel worse.” 

I frown at her. I don’t want her feeling like she’s going to rain on my parade. 

“I’m okay, Chris,” she assures me. “Promise. I wasn’t feeling too well, but I’m better now.”

“Will you tell me next time? I don’t want you to be alone.”

She nods gently. “Mhm, I’ll tell you.”

“I’ll come back by myself if I have to–”

“No,” she interrupts. “You’re going to stay and do your thing because I need to be able to figure this out myself. You can’t run back to Boston anytime I have an issue.”

“Why not?”

She gives me a ‘come on,’ type look, like I’m being ridiculous. “How was your day?” she asks me instead. 

I lift the camera up so she can see me laying in my bed. “Hasn’t started yet.”

I can see her eyes scanning my body closely, her face inches from her phone as she bites her bottom lip. I know she’s staring at my body. We’ve been feeling more risky about things, sending each other suggestive photos. It’s the only way I can really feel close to her sexually. I never thought I would be sending her, of all people, pictures of my hard dick through my underwear. 

The other night she got me good, sending a picture of herself in the shower, her arm covering her tits, but pressing them into her chest enough for them to look plumper than usual. The water droplets on her skin added more to the photo, sending me into a spiral. 

“Whatcha looking at, babe?” 

She smirked at me through the phone. “The underwear poking out of your sweatpants.”

“Yeah?” I asked, pushing my pants down so she could see my underwear fully. I pulled the bottoms of it down more, seeing that it rode up my thighs as I laid down. 

“Jesus,” she sighed, taking me into her room with her.

“Yeah?” 

I set the phone up on a stray pillow across my bed so she can see my entire body. I press my hand into my dick, palming myself lightly. I immediately feel a rush through my dick, forcing me to shove my hand into my briefs to touch myself.

“I miss you baby,” I nod at her. “Miss your sweet face.” 

She watches me as I stroke my dick, whispering softly in that sweet voice, “I miss you more.”

Not a fucking chance. 

“No shot,” I challenge.

“I promise,” she insists, her doe eyes really doing the trick to convince me. 

I hold my dick still in my fist, shoving my briefs out of the way so she can see me. “You see how much you turn me on, baby?” I ask her, hoping she notices how red my tip is right now from the swelling, not to mention the fact that I have precum leaking out of me like I’m touch starved, probably because I am. 

She lays down on her bed, right on her stomach. She mumbles a “fuck,” as she gets comfortable. “You’re so hot.”

“You are,” I smile, stroking myself faster.

I watch as she pulls her jeans off, lifting her ass in the air for me to see.

I pause for a second as I stare at her lower back, the thong hugging her hips in the most perfect way. I’m contemplating booking a flight right now so I can put my handprints all over that ass.

“Ohhh fuck,” I groan, squeezing around my tip with a tight fist. “You’re perfect.” She smiles at me as she watches my motions, now listening to my groaning sounds as I struggle to keep myself casual.

“Does that feel good?” she asks curiously as she turns over to her back.

“Mhm,” I hum. “Not as good as you.”

She lowers the camera to her pelvis, showing me her hand as it glides down her thong, and settles right over her pussy.

“Oh good girl,” I nod. “Show me how you touch yourself, Sunny.” She lowers the camera even further, settling it between her legs on a pillow somewhere a few inches out. I have a clear shot over her fingers burying themselves in her. A loud moan escapes my lips. “Perfect fucking pussy. All mine, right?”

“Uh huh,” she whimpers.

My cock continues to drip, and I quickly spread the precum across my length. “Talk to me baby. Tell me how much you need me,” I taunt as the sound of me fucking my hand fills the room. “My mouth on your swollen little clit, yeah?”

She nods desperately as she rubs herself faster. “I need you so bad, Chris,” she whines for me. “Stretching me out like before.” 

“Yeah?” I ask, mindlessly bucking my hips so I get the illusion of her pussy as my hand right now, hovering above me as my dick buries itself into her. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum baby.” 

I set my phone up next to me, changing the angle slightly so she can see my face and my dick in the same shot. My balls tighten, and I rub them for some sort of release. 

I listen to her pretty moans, using them as fuel to the fire. 

“You’re so pretty, Chris,” she tells me, but I can’t focus on it. I’m moaning so bad, I sound like a fool. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I chant to myself, my face scrunching in pleasure as she continues to try talking me through it, but my ears are fucking ringing as the release floods through me. “Oh! Shit!” I curse loudly, laying my dick on my stomach and rubbing myself through my orgasm, the cum dripping across my abdomen. 

I keep my eyes on her despite how heavy they feel. My breathing is just as bad. “God, keep going baby,” I encourage her, noticing how badly she’s dripping in front of me and I can’t fucking touch her. 

“I’m close, Chris.”

“Uh huh, you got it.”

The sound of her fingers going in and out of her has me ready for another round. I’m half hard, really debating on going again as I watch her.

“Oh god, Sunny,” I breathe out. She looks fucking beautiful. She always does. “My perfect fucking girl.” She bends her knees, the most perfect shot of her pussy as she cums directly in my vision. “Ohhhh there you go.” She starts panting tirelessly as it drips down her hand. “Good girl. Fuck, I wish I was there to lick you clean baby.”

She looks down at the mess she made and says, “Me too.” Once she cleans herself up and settles back in bed, she asks, “When are you coming home?” 

I wipe my stomach clean and pull on a clean pair of underwear. “I don’t know yet, I answer honestly. “Maybe the end of the month.” She nods at me, and I can tell she’s disappointed. “Soon, I promise.” 

“Okay,” she gives me a half smile. “I have to go change for work.”

I nod, disappointed that our call is coming to an end. “Okay. Have a good day, baby. I love you.”

“I love you,” she says, and that’s the last time I talk to her that day. 

– 

The last few days have been rough. We’re back to barely talking. I feel like shit. I feel guilty, but it’s not my fault. I’m trying, I really am. It’s the time zone. It’s fucking everything up. I sleep in, and by the time I’m up and doing stuff, she’s at work and can’t talk. Then she’s going to bed, and we have like… an hour in the day to talk.

I thought we could make this work. I thought things would fall into place. 

I’ve stayed up every night this week trying to think of how to talk to her about this, but I’m too scared. I keep holding back everything that I feel. 

I’m quite literally shaking as I click on her contact, texting her a quick message. 

Me: Hey. Can you talk?

Sunshine: i’m about to go to bed

Me: Please

A photo of her smiling pops up on my phone with her caller ID on top. I answer the call with a deep breath.

“Hi.”

“Hey,” she mumbles. “What’s up?”

“Are you in bed already?”

“Mhm,” she hums. “Long day. Is everything okay?”

No. 

I’ve never been in this position before, and I don’t know how to do this the right way. 

Just rip off the bandaid. 

“I don’t think this is working out,” I say simply. My voice is soft, yet firm.

I hear the rumbling of her bedsheets and then her broken voice. “What?”

Shit. 

That pretty voice that sews me together just ripped me apart. 

“Sunny– I just– I don’t think I can give you what you need,” I say honestly, picking at the subtle rip in my jeans on my thigh. I pull at the fraying material and toss the scraps on the floor. 

“Chris–”

“I’m sorry,” I say quietly, looking at my ceiling. “I just don’t think it’s fair to keep stringing you along if I know it’s not going to work out.”

I know this isn’t what she wants to hear. I think in the future we could work out, but right now, we’re doomed. I don’t want to have this heartbreaking story when we could prevent it. We were in over our heads. 

“We’ll try harder,” she says.

The desperation in her voice is killing me. “I know this is hard.” Fuck, I’m trying to keep myself together so I don’t back out of this. “But I think it’s better this way.” 

“We can make it work, Chris,” she insists.

I shake my head, trying to keep myself from breaking down. “It’s not that easy. You deserve someone who can give you everything you want and need. Someone who can be there for you, emotionally, and physically… and I can’t do that for you right now. It’s so hard for me not being with you. I just want to hold you and be with you and I can’t, Sunny. I want to come home and be with you everyday but I need to be in LA.” The line is silent, and I know she’s going to make this hard for me. I deserve it, but she deserves the truth. “I really want this, but I can’t give it to you right now, and it’s not fair for either of us.”

The only conversations we’ve had this last week are us arguing or sexting. That’s not how this should be.

“How long have you been feeling like this?” she asks hesitantly. I know she’s scared of the answer.

I let out a heavy sigh, my hand running through my hair and tugging on it. “A little bit. I don’t know how long, but I’ve been trying to ignore my feelings and–”

“And you didn’t tell me you were having doubts?!” she asks accusingly. 

“It’s not that I didn’t want to talk about it with you. I just– Fuck, Sunny– This is difficult and–”

“How is it difficult!” she asks. “I’m your best friend. I’m supposed to be the easiest person for you to talk to.”

“I know,” I agree with her, but does she not realize how fucking hard it is knowing that the one person I’m trying to be open with is the person who is going to face the damage? “That’s why it’s so hard. I don’t want to lose you as a friend too.”

She ignores my point. 

“Why did you start a relationship with me then? You started this, Chris.”

I mean, she kissed me, but alright. 

I’m too in shock at her tone and fight for this to think of anything to say. 

“I… I didn’t mean to,” I stumble over my words. “I thought… I don’t know. I thought we could make it work.” 

“Then let’s make it work.”

I roll my lips into my mouth, trying to keep myself from crying. The sound of her voice is destroying me. “Maybe we can, but right now I just need some time to think.”

“How much time?” she asks. 

“I don’t know. A few days, maybe? A week?”

She scoffs. “Chris, if you have to think about if you want me or not then–”

“I said I need time to think, Sunny,” I remind her. “I’m not making any decisions right now.”

“But you’re questioning us to begin with! You said you’ve felt like this for a while so what’s there to think about!”

“Baby–”

“Don’t,” she says sharply. 

I pace my room, a pit in my stomach growing. This is fucking awful. “I said I can’t right now.” 

I hear a soft cry from her end, and I freeze. “Please, don’t do this.”

My eyes well with tears. “I’m so sorry. I really am. But I can’t be in this with you if I’m feeling doubts. I just need to figure things out, and maybe we can work it out.”

Something in her switches and all those tears and sadness turn into anger. 

“So you fuck me after we’re friends for our whole lives. Then you leave without a word. Then you come back and say you’re in love with me, fuck me again, and then leave and want me to move on and be with other people. Oh wait! But then!” she continues. I just stand there in the middle of my room and let her rip me apart through the phone. “You want me to be with you and we’re happy and great and then you drop this and say you’ve been unhappy and want to break up?”

Yeah… So, I sound like shit. 

My eyes narrow as I grip my phone. “That’s not fair,” I say, shaking my head. “I didn’t force you into anything, and I’m not trying to hurt you.” 

“But you made me feel wanted by you!”

“I do want you!” I remind her. “But this isn’t about what we want, it’s about what I need right now.”

She pauses and lowers her voice. “Do you need me?”

I hate myself for the way I hesitate to answer her.

“Yes, I do.”

I can almost hear the sigh of relief in her voice.

“But not in the way you’re asking.” 

Then I hear her cries. At this point, I’m breaking down with her. 

“Is there anything I can do to make this work?” she asks again.

“No. There’s nothing you can do.”

I sit on my bed, listening to her cry, and I feel awful knowing that I can’t wipe those tears like I always do. 

“I love you so much Chris,” she says desperately.

I wipe the tears that fall down my own cheeks. “I love you too, but I can’t be with you like this. Not right now.”

“Are we still going to be friends?” she asks. “Or are you going to go ghost again for four months?”

“I’m not going to ghost you,” I assure her. I fucked up that time, I really did, but I thought it’s what we needed. That time of no contact to figure ourselves out. It clearly made things worse. “I think we need some space though, just for a little bit.”

She’s pissed. It’s obvious. She’s gone from trying to talk me into staying with her, to now saying nothing at all. 

“Look,” I say, trying to keep myself from sounding like a broken record. “I get that you’re hurt and disappointed, but I need to do this. I can’t keep going through this cycle of wanting you and then pulling away from you because I’m scared. I need to get to a place where I feel secure with you and I know we can make it work. Right now, it’s not that time.” 

All I want right now is to hold her, kiss her, tell her it’s going to be okay. I want to lay next to her and smile at her before we go to bed. I want to be with her forever, never losing sight of each other.

But if we keep trying to force this relationship, we’re only going to ruin everything. 

“I wish I could hate you,” she sobs. “I really do. But I could never hate you, Chris, and that’s the worst part.”

“I’m sorry,” I keep saying to her. The pain in my voice only becomes more evident. “I never meant to hurt you.”

“I’m always going to be in love with you, and you’re always going to know it.”

I sigh heavily. “I know. And that’s part of the problem.”

“Why?”

“Because,” I say, pausing to find the right words. “I can’t be with you like this. I need to figure myself out first.” 

“You started this!” she says again. 

“I know.” My voice is heavy with guilt. “And I’m sorry.”

“Are you even upset about this?” she questions. “I’m sitting here fucking crying and it’s like your emotions are shut off! Give me something, Chris!”

“Of course I’m upset!” I raise my voice in frustration. “You want to hear me cry? I never meant to hurt you like this.”

“THEN STOP!” she screams.

“I’M TRYING!” I yell back, my eyes rimmed with tears. “I can’t keep having this conversation. I’m sorry, but we need to break up.”

The line goes silent again. 

“Please,” I plead with her. “Just say something.”

After a minute of silence she says, “I love you, and I hope you can get your shit together. If not for me, then hopefully for the next girl so you don’t fuck her over the same way.”

I sit staring at my floor. I don’t know what to say that will fix this or give her the same hope I feel for us. I do want this. All I’ve ever wanted was her. I just can’t do it right now. It’s not the right time. 

I’ve dreamt of marrying this girl, and the idea of us having the wrong timing is terrifying me. It needs to be perfect, and it’s just not right now. 

“I’m sorry,” I say finally, my voice thick with emotion as I try not to break down again. “I really am.”

I expect more fight from her considering she wouldn’t back down before. 

I don’t get that.

“Goodbye.”

I’m torn between heartbreak, confusion, and anger. 

“Goodbye.” 

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[christinarowie332]

i win.

part 2 of : “i’d be an idiot if i said no to that”

matt sturniolo x reader

warnings : vv suggestive ! drugs , swearing .

—-

matt and y/n spend some quality time with his brothers . who would break first ?

(this is kinda slow so hear me out)

green text : imessage

————-

my phone lights up vibrating from underneath my pillow . i peel my eyes away from “the vampire diaries” playing from my tv and notice the time displayed on my phone. 12:36am . jesus christ .

my eyes scan my notifications as my face id opens my phone . instagram, my group chat “whores.” (56). oops . snapchat , pinterest… oh ?

matt🤭: u up ?

(AHSHHSHDWHHENEHHEHSH)

my body shoots up from where i was lay . i frantically tuck my hair behind my ears with my free hand not holding my phone . i open the message , thumbs hovering over the keyboard ready to type before i hesitate. realising i have no idea what to say .

me: yeah i’m up ! what’s up ?

i type . then delete it .

me: hiyaaaa , yeah i’m up wanna do something??? x

nope

me: yeah i’m up . whyyy wanna hang??

good enough idc

i press send with shaking fingers , allmost immediately he replies back .

matt 🤭: you know me so well , i’ll come pick u up .

me: no bother , i’ll come over . send me ur loc

matt 🤭: i’m at mine with chris and nick , we can all hang if u want?

*matt 🤭 shared his location with you*

me: oki! shall i bring anything??

matt 🤭: just yourself and whatever u need in the morning

me: i’m staying ??😏😏😏😏

matt 🤭: 😏😏😏😏

me: OMW!!!!!

matt 🤭: LMAO OK

i smile at the message and take a screenshot immediately sending it to my groupchat giggling , throwing to the middle of my bed and getting up .

after a few touch ups to my makeup i’ve left to marinate on my face a little bit too long .i change outfit into a pair of baggy light blue jeans , that fall on my hips , uggs and a tight fitted white baby tee . i throw on a hoodie that matches my uggs before realizing it’s literally boiling and ripping it off .i grab my phone and my bag , filling it with the essentials and start to exit my house .

in what feels like 30 seconds i’m pulling into what should be matt’s house . i turn my car off and look at my self in the mirror , obsessing over every little detail until deciding i look good enough .

me: i’m here !!

me: hello ??

me: matt are u home ??

after five minutes of waiting outside the door i decide to just knock it . my heart literally racing enough to hear it in my ears . after a few seconds of waiting i hear the door unlock and the handle go down .

his face drops at the sight of me and turns his head away but not taking his eyes off me , his blonde hair falling against his eyes before he swipes it away .

“MATT ??CHRIS???”

he smiles kindly and i return it . awkward .

after a few excruciatingly painful seconds i see a familiar face poke around the corner, his long and messy hair tucked into a backwards hat . it takes him a second to realize it’s me and his face lights up as he walks towards the door .

“y/n ? yo what are u doing here ? nick bro what are u doing??” he furrows his eyebrows at his brother before opening his arms towards me .

“nice to see you too chris” i roll my eyes and meet his hug .

“OH SHIT MB YOUR y/n ?!?! COME IN FUCK SORRY!!” nick rambles out grabbing me around my back and pulling me in the house .

i take the sight on his house in , the shoes shoved thrown into the corner near the stairs. it smells like autumn, a warm candle burning somewhere. i can hear music coming from what must be the room above . smiling at the familiar beat of mac miller .

“where’s matt? SORRY !!nice to meet you nick!!” i say while smiling , and turning to nick realising i haven’t even greeted the first brother

he laughs and goes to speak before we all turn around and the sight of matt speeding around the corner and skidding to a stop .

“SORRY IVE ONLY JUST SAW YOUR TEXTS” he defends himself before i can even mention it . i smile kindly and relax my shoulders at the sight of him . his hair has been cut , brunette falling onto his forehead in loose curls. the phone he had in his hand tucked in his oversized sweats .lifting his top slightly to find the pocket , showing the band of his boxers for a split second .

“you’re fine , don’t worry” i say , before letting out a breath i didn’t even know i was holding .

matt keeps the eye contact smiling slightly before turning his head towards his brothers and looking at them . “do y’all wanna smoke up?”

“allways” chris replies for both of them before leading us all to their small balcony .

——-

it’s 2 am now , we all shared a joint around their table . chris let matt play his playlist (for once apparently) and we’re now all sat talking .

i’m sat on a bench with matt shoulder to shoulder , a blanket covering us both as the temperature dropped and we were all shivering by the time the joint was smoked .

“i don’t get it nick !! women are just confusing man…..” chris whines out , he has been talking about his girlfriend mia all night and and to be honest i stopped listening ten minutes ago . “no offense y/n/n” he says now looking at me .

i peel my eyes away from matt’s hand on my knee and meet his eyes “all good man i get it…” i don’t get it . i was completely zoned into matt’s hands , and how close he was to me that i wasn’t listening to a word chris was saying .

matt notices and puts his hands under the blanket , pulling it up to his shoulders .

“u wanna go inside matt???” i ask in concern , thinking he was cold .

“no i just got a chill , i’m fine” he says looking at me now with a tight lipped smile .

i mirror his smile and look away at chris who was waiting for us to shut up so he could carry on his rambling. he starts speaking and i keep eye contact with him , now fully listening to his words.

“as i was saying …. i just don’t get it ? taylor swift is mid as fuck , i tell mia that and she literally looks at me like i just murdered a litter of puppies , SHE HATES MY MUSIC TASTE??? i literally tried-“

and just like that i am now no longer listening to chris , as i feel matt’s hand on my knee again underneath the blanket . he strokes it slightly with his thumb and runs it up my thigh , covering it with goosebumps following his touch .

my breath hitches as he takes his hand higher , to rest on my upper thigh. leaving it there and warming it with his touch.

i glance up at him in warning but all i see is him looking straight forward at chris , smirking. little shit .

he must see my face flush in the corner of his eye because he moves his hand ever so slightly higher , his index and middle finger hovering over the seam of my jeans .

my hips move forward slightly and the touch and i gulp loudly , nodding my head at nick who’s now started speaking to me .

“what music do you listen to y/n . if u say some goofy shit like the imagine dragons i may have to throw you off this balcony” he asks me while laughing at himself .

matt apparently thinks it would be absolutely hilarious to start teasing me underneath the blanket , moving his fingers up and down the seam .

“i-um” i clear my throat trying to stay collected “i like all music really …. mac miller …” matt stops moving .

i turn my head towards him to see him smiling at me and nodding for me to carry on .

“ugh let me think” i drag my words as i move my hand on his inner thigh now i feel him flinch at the touch and go to move his hand off my thigh to stop me but i flash my head towards him and raise my eyebrow in warning .

my turn .

i mirror his actions before and take my hand higher . “i like anything really ….. mac ..torylanez…” i move my hand . he shifts .

“skies ….travis….hotel ugly….” i move my hand again over his sweats . he shifts and let’s put a huff of air .

“brent faiyaz…..dominic fike”

i move my hand again and he lets out a soft allmost silent noise . a whimper , only i hear it and i smirk .

“i like anything” i look at matt now , giving him an innocent look and shrugging my shoulders.

i remove my hand as i could feel him slowly becoming harder . and place my hand on his lower thigh , griping hard . saying exactly what i needed to.

“that’s fire as fuck…what’s ur fave skies song?” i hear chris say and i turn my head towards him .

i smirk knowing i won before continuing my conversation with chris , feeling matt sink into his seat more and putting his arm around me . manspreading and putting his palm over his crotch.

i win .

——————-

i am a vile and wretched woman .

LOVE YA !!!!

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[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

rich girl 2

Warnings: this fic will include elements, some dark, such as bullying, manipulation, cheating, noncon/dubcon, Lloyd being Lloyd, and other untagged triggers. Please take this into account before proceeding. It is up to curate your online consumption safely.

Summary: your long awaited ascension to the Home Owners Association proves more than you bargained for. (Silverfox AU)

Characters: Lloyd Hansen, side of Cole Turner

Author’s Note: Please feel free to leave some feedback, reblog, and jump into my asks. I’m always happy to discuss with you and riff on idea. As always, you are cherished and adored! Stay safe, be kind, and treat yourself.

You go home but can’t forget about what happened. You’ve never in your life dealt with someone like that man. He was so bold and brazen and shameless. Much different than your husband.

Even if you still don’t know what he did to land in the crosshairs of the HOA, you can assume it wasn’t very dissimilar to your own encounter. You hope they’ll understand when you tell them you couldn’t get a signature. You delivered the message but you can’t help that that man didn’t want to listen.

You find it hard to calm down as you try to focus on chores instead of your failure. All this time you spent trying to be a part of the in-crowd and now you’re falling flat on your face. Maybe you aren’t cut out for this. Maybe Cole is wrong.

As you scrub dishes, the lazy tones of your music playing from the little bluetooth stuck to the tile, a sudden squeeze around your hips makes you jump. You cry out and spin, splashing your husband as he stands behind you. He closes his eyes as the water soaks the front of his shirt, your yellow gloves dripping with soap bubbles.

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t hear you,” you squeal.

“It’s fine,” he uses his sleeve to wipe his face, “I know you didn’t. I wanted to scare you.”

“Ugh, you know I hate that,” you pout.

“So,” he grabs the dish towel from the rack and dabs at his button-up, “tell me all about it. How was your first meeting?”

He turns to lean in the crook of the counter, watching you expectantly. You seal your lips and face the sink again. You plunge your hands into the water and shrug.

“It was okay,” you say, “I... I have an assignment so... uh...” you don’t know how to tell him what happened. You think maybe it’s better he doesn’t know. “I’m working on it.”

“An assignment?” He tilts his head, “exciting. What is it?”

You chew your lip and put another plate in the dishwasher, “just you know this guy...” you gulp dryly as you grasp for a lie, “he has this thing on his lawn so I’m just supposed to you know, get him to move it.”

“Wow, hard-hitting stuff,” he chuckles, “you’re like a police officer or something.”

“Not really. I mean, he could just ignore me,” you frown guiltily. That’s exactly what happened.

“Hm, I’m sure you’ll do just fine, baby,” he coos as he stands straight, “what’s for dinner?”

“Oh, shoot. I forgot the roast,” you strip the gloves off your hands and shut off the faucet, “I guess... I could do chops?”

“Ah, sounds delicious,” he creeps closer as you open the fridge, “and dessert?”

“Dessert? Well, erm, I could do like sorbet or sponge cake--”

He comes around the door and hugs you from behind, “I’m not talking about food, honey,” he rocks you and reaches to close the fridge door. He taps on the calendar, “ovulating... right?”

You look at the days circled with hearts. Oh yeah. Your heart flutters and you turn in his arms, touching his chest. You’re almost too anxious to get into it but you missed it last month. You can’t risk it again.

“Yeah, I uh, sure am,” you chime.

“Mm,” his blue eyes turn smoky, “do I really have to wait until after dinner to have my dessert?”

You giggle, more uneasy than aroused. You’re just not ready for it but you also don’t have the heart to deny him. Besides, you’ll just be too tired later.

“That’s up to you,” you run your hands across his shoulders, “are you feeling peckish?”

“Starving,” he snarls and his hands circle your waist, “babe, I wanna try something new.”

“New?” You ask.

“Mm hmm,” he bites his lip, “take your clothes off... but keep the apron on.”

You look down and back at him. You grin crookedly, “oh?”

“Trust me?”

“Of course,” you quaver and step away from the fridge, the door falling shut behind you.

He stands back and crosses his arms. You notice his pants twitch as he watches you. You untie the apron and let it hand loosely from your neck. You reach to unzip your dress and shimmy out of it. As you go to roll down your nylons, he tuts.

“You can keep those too.”

Your cheeks are on fire as you unhook your bra and pull it out from under the apron. As you roll down your panties, he lets out a gritty breath. His hand covers the bulge in his pants. You tie a bow in the back of the apron, cinching your waist as your tits threaten to spill out and the cool air tickles your bare bum.

“Will you use your mouth?” He asks as he unbuckles his belt, his hands eagerly clumsy.

“Is that what you want?” You ask. He’s not usually this adventurous. In the kitchen?

“Sure,” he pushes his pants down and groans as his dick catches in the elastic of his briefs, “god, I’ve been thinking of this all day.” He frees himself and sighs, “of you, baby.”

He beckons you forward as he pumps himself. You bend your knee and he tisks again. He pets your chin and looks you up and down.

“Not on your knees, just bend over,” he directs, “I wanna see your ass.”

You nearly gasp. He doesn’t often swear, even in the heat of the moment. You do as he says, bending and craning your head to level yourself with his tip as he aims it towards you. He’s pressing against you before you can even open your mouth.

His other hand comes up to grip your head, clamping your hair in a fist, as he forces you onto him. You gag and catch yourself on his thighs, teetering as you arch your feet. He rocks his hips, holding you still as he falls into a steady tempo, not waiting for you to warm him up.

His dick scrapes in your dry mouth. He groans as he tilts into you, deeper and deeper. You trail your hand up to cling to his shirt, moaning as you try to signal him to slow down. You can tell he’s been waiting but you’re not ready. You need a little longer to warm up.

“Mm, honey, you look so good,” he touches your back as he rocks you, “mm, yeah.”

He pushes further in, hitting the resistance at the back of your throat. He tugs your hair, angling your head as he buries himself in your throat. You spasm and choke around him. He’s never gone that deep. He lets out a shuddery growl.

“Yeah, so good,” he praises and slows, making long thrusts as moves his hand around your neck, feeling his intrusion. Your eyes well and you slap his chest. You can’t breathe. “Just a little more.”

He pushes until your lips are to his pelvis and slobber smears around your mouth. He relents as you clutch the front of his shirt and slides out completely. You cough and drag yourself up as you cling to him. You bat your lashes at him and press the back of your hand to your mouth.

His long lashes flutter, “sorry, baby, was that too much?”

You clear your throat and shake, nodding.

“I’m sorry, I was just excited,” he touches your shoulders, “come on, better not waste it. I feel it, this is the time.”

You wobble forward as he nudges you towards the counter. He turns to stand behind you, surprising you again. You’re always facing him, usually under him. He has all sorts of new ideas. He tickles your spine then grips your shoulder, leaning into you until you bend against the counter.

He rubs his tip along your butt, tracing the shape down to your folds. He bends his knees and comes up under you, prodding at your entrance until he dips inside. You whimper as he stretches you. You’re barely wet yet. You're so dizzy you can’t get into it.

He rams to his limit and you’re back on your toes. You brace the counter as he falls into a rapid motion, pounding against your ass. Flesh slaps loudly as he ruts without restraint, a hand on your hip to keep you from slipping off.

“Slow, please,” you beg through pained huffs, “Cole, you’re hurting--”

He grabs the back of your head and pushes it down, your cheek touching the marble as he rolls his pelvis into you. He hammers until your walls feel ready to split and roars as he empties himself into you. He slows only as the slickness coats you and seeps out around him.

He holds himself as deep as you can take him. You shake and keep one hand over the lip to the counter as you reach with your other between your legs. Ow.

“Was that good?” He exhales.

You shake and extend your arm back to flick him away. He slides out and his cum drips onto the floor between your feet. You stand and cup your cunt as you face him.

“That was... a lot,” you babble.

“Oh,” he seems genuinely shocked, “I’m sorry, honey, I guess I got carried away.”

“Mm, I know but... that was so... different,” you hiss at the rawness in your folds.

“I... I thought you’d like it.”

“I...” you look at him and frown. You don’t want to ever disappoint him. “I did, it’s just... it was so fast.”

“Right,” he lets out a breath, “I can make it up to you. How about tomorrow?”

You smile and nod. He has a business dinner tomorrow. He won’t be home until later, but you know he’ll get to it. When he can.

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[tkwrites]

Worth the Wait - Quinn Hughes x ofc

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Title: Worth the Wait

Author: Tory / @tkwrites 

Relationship: Pre-established: Quinn x Sarah

Warnings: Swearing, grief, mentions of a dead mother. Mostly, it’s fluff.

Summary: It takes more than a week, but Quinn and Sarah finally go on their second date.  

Word count: 5,500

Comments: This one is a little long, but I felt like all the parts were needed to flesh out the characters the way I wanted. I hope you enjoy! 

Part 2 is being planned as we speak!

Worth the Wait

A Quinn & Sarah Snapshot

Hey Sarah, I just wanted to let you know we’re headed out on the road, so I’ll be out of town for the next week. 

Quinn sent this message before boarding the plane. He’d never done something like this before - tell someone he was interested in that he wouldn’t be home. He didn’t want Sarah to think he was ignoring her, or putting off their next date. 

Can I see you when you get back? 

Definitely, he sent, a giddy, effervescent feeling in his stomach.

The following evening, for the first time in her life, Sarah sat down to watch a hockey game. 

Eunice was in their living room, anxiously awaiting the start of the game. Currently watching people talk about betting odds in her Canucks t-shirt, a stuffed orca on the cushion next to her. 

Sarah had lived with Eunice for a little over a year. They were friends in the way two people coming together for convenience could be friends. She was nice and sweet, and made the best mac & cheese Sarah had ever eaten. She was also dramatic and had a borderline obsessive love for many things, including the Canucks. Sarah had never paid much attention to that particular obsession, as it didn’t cross over into her life, until now. 

“You okay?” Eunice asked when Sarah sat down.

“Yeah. Why wouldn’t I be?” 

“You never watch hockey with me, I thought maybe you were sad or something.” 

“Oh, no, my project is done, so I’m free for the night and thought I’d join.” 

Eunice squealed and threw her arms around Sarah, “I’m so excited to introduce you to the best sport in the world!”

Feeling instantly overwhelmed, Sarah put on a brave face, and watched as the national anthem began to play. The camera scanned over the players, 5 stood separate from the others in a line, and her heart jumped into her throat when Quinn’s face came across the screen. He looked impassively at the camera. He seemed so different than when they had met, determined and competitive, not so quiet and interested. It was strange to reconcile the two as the same person. 

“What does the C mean?” 

“It means he’s the captain. That’s Quinn Hughes. He’s like, the best defenseman in the league.” 

"Isn't he a little small to play defense?" Sarah asked, surprised. 

Eunice looked personally affronted. "Hughes is an amazing skater, which is the most important thing in being a good defenseman. Defense in Hockey is more tactical than super physical." 

When the game finally began, Sarah was instantly overwhelmed. They moved so quickly, and it was damn near impossible for her to keep track of the puck. There were terms being thrown around by the commentators that were so niche, she didn’t even know where to begin figuring them out.

“What’s icing?” she asked when there was a commercial break. 

“So, it’s when a team shoots the puck to the other end of the rink, but no one is there to receive it.” 

She knew that wasn’t quite right. There were plenty of times before the break when that very thing happened, but no icing was called, and couldn’t the goalie receive it and negate that altogether? 

“And there’s no out of bounds?” 

“Nope. Just the rink. You can get penalized for shooting the puck over the glass though.” 

The game continued, and after a scuffle, Quinn skated off to sit by himself. 

“Why is he there?” 

“He got a penalty. High sticking,” Eunice said without any additional explanation. 

The announcers replayed the offense in slower motion, showing how in the midst of a play, Quinn had accidentally hit another player in the jaw with his stick. 

“That doesn’t seem like it should be a penalty when it was an accident,” Sarah said. The other guy wasn’t even bleeding.

“Doesn’t matter, it’s part of the game. Keep control of your stick all the time.” 

The camera moved back to Quinn in the little cell. He removed his helmet and rubbed a towel over his face and hair before replacing it.

Eunice sighed dramatically, “God, he’s so hot.” 

Sarah had to agree. He did look hot - supremely so. Flushed and sweaty, it was difficult to keep her mind off imagining him in her bed like that.

“Wait, why is it 4 against 5?” Sarah asked as the game began again. 

“Cause Hughes got a penalty,” Eunice said, as if this was all the explanation Sarah should need. 

Sarah stopped asking questions. Every time Eunice had tried to explain something in the past, she would get so excited, she would leave out key points, or assume Sarah had background knowledge she didn’t, and Sarah would end up even more confused. She often had to look up whatever they were talking about after their conversation anyway. 

The period ended, and Eunice left the living room. 

Sarah continued reading the article about the basics of hockey she had pulled up on her phone at the last commercial break. She wished she could watch with someone who would patiently explain each rule as it passed in the game. She had learned Football from her dad that way. Maybe Quinn could explain it to her. 

“Okay, so what’s really up?” Eunice asked when she returned, plopping back down on the couch with a bowl of popcorn and a bag of caramels.  

“What do you mean?” 

Holding up one finger, she said, “you’re watching hockey with me,” she held up a second, “you’re trying to understand it,” a third finger went up, “and you’re, like, actually interested in sports?” 

“I’m interested in sports,” Sarah defended. “We’re a football family. My uncle coached.” 

“Whatever,” she waved her hand dismissively, “it’s a dumb American sport anyway.” 

Sarah rolled her eyes, but didn’t take the bait. 

“All I’m saying is that we’ve lived together for over a year, and you have never, not once, expressed any kind of interest in Hockey and I want to know what changed.”

The commercials ended and the camera cut to someone interviewing Quinn, who was in his full kit sans helmet. He answered questions in the same quiet, methodical way he had answered her on their date. Only this time, he said a lot of words without actually saying much of anything. 

Sarah chewed on her lip. 

“Did you finally discover how hot hockey players are?” Eunice teased.

“I don’t -” Sarah cut off, pushing a breath out her nose in frustration. 

She was about to tell Eunice that hot guys were not the only reason she watched sports, only to realize that that’s precisely what she was doing. 

“I met him,” she finally admitted. 

“You met who?” 

“Quinn,” Sarah said, gesturing to the TV. 

“Met? You MET Quinn Hughes?” Eunice asked, turning in slow motion to look at Sarah. “When?!” 

Sarah started, “on Monday.”

“Where? What? How?” Eunice demanded, her voice getting progressively louder with each word. 

“He came into the aquarium, asked some questions after one of my talks, and then asked if I wanted to get lunch.” 

“He asked you to lunch?” Eunice repeated. 

“Yeah, we went to get bao.” 

“Like on a date?” 

“I think so. I mean, he paid, and he got my phone number aft-”

“Quinn Hughes asked you for your phone number,” Eunice thundered, “and you didn’t think to tell me about it?” 

It probably wasn’t the right time for Sarah to point out that she and Eunice really didn’t have that kind of a relationship. In fact, Sarah hadn’t told anyone but Beth, her best friend from back home, who had been thrilled Sarah had finally met a good guy.

“Sorry,” Eunice said, settling on the couch like a proper lady in a period drama, folding her hands in her lap. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to flip out.” 

Sarah wasn’t sure how she should react. She hadn’t intended on telling Eunice at all, worried - justly, it turned out - that she would freak.  

“But oh my fucking God,” Eunice yelled, throwing her hands up and breaking her posture to flop dramatically into a slouch. 

“What’s going on?” Jane asked, leaning in the door frame, rubbing sleep from her eyes. 

“Quinn Hughes asked Sarah for her phone number,” Eunice declared, gesturing to Sarah as if she were the reason Jane was up early before her graveyard shift, not her own yelling. 

Jane perked awake, “really?” 

“Yeah,” Eunice said, sounding like a petulant teenager.  

“Oh my God. I didn’t think this was a big deal,” Sarah said, putting her head in her hands. 

“That the most eligible bachelor in the whole city of Vancouver asked you for your number? I’d say that’s a pretty big fuckin deal.” 

“He’s just a guy, Eunice.”

“I’d beg to differ," Jane cut in. “It is a pretty big deal.” 

“So he’s not a guy?”

Both women rolled their eyes at her. 

“Of course he’s a guy,” Eunice said, exasperated. 

“But he’s not ‘just’ a guy,” Jane said, air quotes and all. “He’s a little more than that, I think.” 

“Why? Because he’s a professional athlete?” 

“Yeah. And millions of women across the world want to marry him.”

“He’s handsome and all, but I can’t believe that’s true,” Sarah said. “Do millions of women even watch hockey?” 

At the fierce glares she received from both of her Canadian roommates, Sarah held up her hands in defeat. “Okay, okay. Maybe millions of women watch hockey, and some of them find him attractive. But for my purposes, he’s just a guy. He was just a guy on our date.” 

“It's not about you,” Jane said. 

Sarah raised her eyebrows in a challenge. 

“What we mean is that it’s a big freaking deal that Quinn asked for your number.” 

She reeled back, “Is it so hard to believe that he would be attracted to me?” 

“No!” they both shouted, Eunice exasperated while Jane was horrified. 

“Of course he’s attracted to you. Look at you.”

“I think what Eunice means is that Quinn Hughes has celebrity status in this city, and so him asking for your number means that he saw something really special in you. Women throw themselves at him every day.” 

Sarah wrinkled her nose in disgust. 

“It’s like, a major, major compliment,” Eunice said. 

Biting her tongue, Sarah resisted the urge to tell her that it was a major compliment if anyone asked for her number, celebrity status or not. 

“So, are you going out again?” Eunice asked, sitting back down on the couch. 

“I mean, we said we would, but he’s out of town until next week, so I guess we will when he gets back?” 

“Oh man,” Eunice said, leaning back in her seat. “You are living such a fanfiction right now.” 

Sarah snorted and rolled her eyes. 

Jane yawned. “I’m going back to bed. I have to be at the hospital at 2 in the morning.” 

“I’m sorry we woke you up,” Sarah said. 

Shaking her head, Jane smiled. “I’m glad Quinn saw the same things the rest of us do. If anyone deserves a fanfiction love story, it’s you.”

Heat raced into her cheeks, and Sarah smiled, turning back to the TV as the game began again. 

“I cannot believe this,” Eunice said, picking up the stuffed whale to clutch in her hands. “You’ve got to introduce me to Kuzmenko.” 

“Who?” 

A few nights later, Quinn was slipping into a dinner booth in St. Louis when his phone pinged with a message. 

Hey, I don't know what your schedule is next week, but The Electric is showing the Star Wars movies starting Sunday if you want to catch one together?

His heart jumped into his throat so fast, he made a sort of gasping choking nose that had Elias clapping him on the back. “You okay?” 

“Yeah,” Quinn said, clearing his throat. 

“Who is that from?” Petey asked quietly. 

Quinn was suddenly overwhelmingly thankful that he wasn’t sitting next to anyone else, who surely would have made a big scene of announcing that he got a text about a date to everyone in the near vicinity. Petey knew he preferred his privacy, and always respected that. 

“Remember that girl I was telling you about last week? The one from the aquarium?” 

His eyebrows shot up, “that’s her?” he asked, nodding at the phone.

Quinn nodded. 

As Elias watched, Quinn pulled up their practice and game schedules. 

Sounds awesome. I’m back in town Wednesday and free on Thursday or Saturday nights. 

Almost immediately, the icon of her typing appeared. His heart began to hammer a little harder, pulsing in his throat in that nervous, I-can’t-wait-to-talk-to-her way he hadn’t felt in a long time. 

Thursday is The Empire Strikes Back, so I’m guessing that’s our choice. Unless you’d rather see the Force Awakens on Saturday?

Thursday is great.

Cool. I’ll get us tickets. Showtime is at 7 and they have a special menu for dinner and drinks at 6. 

Sounds great.

It was as simple as that. Quinn had never had a date planned so smoothly. 

Her text bubble popped up again, before going away. He gulped some of his nervousness down. 

When he clicked off the screen and looked at Elias, he found the other man smiling at him knowingly. 

“What?” 

“I didn’t think she existed.” 

“Sarah? You thought I was making her up?” 

Petey rolled his eyes, “No. I didn’t think the girl you always talk about wanting to date existed. But she’s right there,” he gestured to Quinn’s phone. 

Feeling his cheeks flush, Quinn shrugged to deflect the wave of sincere agreement that washed over him by busing himself with the menu. 

Leaving her last class, Sarah was beyond thankful to leave campus and go home. She was exhausted to the bone. It had been a hard week of studying and midterms. On top of that, nervous, excited energy was buzzing under her skin in anticipation of her date with Quinn that evening. 

When she got home and finally pulled her phone from her bag, she found a missed call from him. Stomach dropping, worry billowed into her thoughts like smoke. He was probably calling to say he couldn’t come. Why else would he call when they’d only texted so far?

 Rapid fire, her thoughts rifled through friends that might want to come to the movie before she snapped back to herself. This was her anxiety talking. It wasn’t the truth.

Taking the time to pull in a few deep breaths, she told herself he could be calling about something other than canceling. It took eight breaths before she felt calm enough to call him back.

The phone rang three times before he answered. “Hey.”

“Hi, sorry I missed you earlier, I was in my last midterm.” 

 “I’m sorry,” he said, wincing. That was one thing he didn’t miss about college. There wasn’t a lot, but the pressure of midterms and finals were something he was happy to live the rest of his life without. 

“Well, it’s done now, so I’m just excited to take a nap.” 

He laughed. 

“So what’s up?” she asked, trying, and failing, to not sound nervous. 

“I wondered where I should pick you up tonight,” he said. 

Relief sighed through her legs and she sunk onto the bed. “I was planning to meet you there.” 

“I can come pick you up,” he offered. There was no need for her to take the train when he could drive them. 

This was always an awkward conversation, but one she’d constructed with her therapist to ease her anxiety. If someone didn’t respect this, it was a sure sign she didn’t want to date them. “Quinn, you seem like a great guy, but I don’t want you to pick me up. I don’t know you very well.” 

A long pause passed over the phone. She wondered if she was going to have to explain this concept to him. 

Honestly, Quinn hadn’t heard that line in a long time. He knew from friends that women often did this to protect themselves, but something about his presence in the media made women trust him implicitly. He hadn’t taken advantage of that - he would never - but it had infiltrated his thoughts before, how easy it would be. 

She stood up for herself, and kept herself safe, and he respected her for that. “That makes sense,” he said.

It was so much easier than she’d been expecting, that Sarah had a hard time coming up with words.

“So I’ll meet you there?” he said when she didn’t say anything. 

“Great.”

“What time?” 

“Dinner starts at 6, so I figured like 6:15?” 

“Great. I’ll meet you out front?” 

“Sounds great.” 

They said some pleasant goodbyes and she flopped back on the bed. Karma was really seeing this one though. Nice, interested, a bit nerdy, and respectful, not to mention handsome, Sarah had hardly allowed herself to dream up a guy like Quinn. And now, here he was, suddenly in her life. A feeling like she’d just drunk champagne began to fizz in her stomach. A smile spread over her face as she hugged her pillow and set an alarm.  

Walking up to the theater, Quinn wiped his hands on his jeans, hoping he wasn’t about to revert back into a teenage boy with sweaty palms. He had to pee again. Nerves always shrunk his bladder. It hadn't happened in a game since he was ten, but other places - getting on a stage, press conferences, dates - always made him nervous. 

The theater was an old fashioned, stand alone cement building. A ticket booth complete with marquee lights sat between two sets of French doors. Sarah was already there, leaning against the wall, looking up at the building across the street. It surprised him she wasn't on her phone.

“Hey,” he said as he got closer. 

“Hi,” she said, meeting his eyes with a smile that made his stomach ache. Her lips were darker, making them stand out a little more. His eyes were drawn to them like a magnet. 

She slipped her arms around his neck for a hug. It felt so natural this time as he pulled her into his chest. 

As she broke away, she asked, “ready?”

He nodded, and she walked over to the ticket window, “I have a reservation for two under Roberts.”

The teenager working looked up from his phone. His gaze drifted past her. “You’re Quinn Hughes,” he said, mouth falling open.

Sarah glanced over her shoulder. 

“Hey, what’s up man?” Quinn said as if someone hadn’t just told him who he was. 

The employee - who couldn’t have been more than sixteen - was still staring at Quinn, even when he didn’t say anything else. 

“You’re coming to the show tonight?” he finally asked. 

Sarah had never felt so looked over in her life. It wasn’t that she was jealous. She would never want that kind of attention, but there was common decency not being met here. 

“We’re trying to,” she said, not unkindly, nudging him back to her reservation. 

The boy started. He blinked a few times before he said, “sorry, what was the name?” 

“Sarah Roberts.”

As they walked into the foyer. The ticket clerk slipped out of the booth, and came up to them, “hey man, I’m sorry to interrupt, but could I get an autograph? My girlfriend is a huge fan.” 

Quinn nodded, and reached for the paper and pen he held out. 

“Thanks so much, enjoy your show!” 

As soon as they turned around, a harried looking woman with flyaway strawberry blonde hair came rushing up to them. “Mr. Hughes, we’re so glad you can be with us tonight.” Apparently, Mr. “you’re Quinn Hughes” had spread the news. 

He gave her a polite smile. 

“I just wanted to let you know, we upgraded your reservations to one of our more private love seats in the back.”

“That’s very nice, but it’s not necessary,” he said, feeling embarrassed. Sarah was never going to go out with him again if their first date was under this much of a microscope. 

“Oh, no,” she said with a strained smile, “I insist.” 

Sarah looked up at him, wondering what was going to happen here. 

“Well, thank you,” he said, knowing that arguing would only draw more attention. So far, the other patrons were ignoring them, and he wanted to keep it that way. 

“Let me show you to your new seats.” She led them to a plush couch tucked into the back of the theater. No neighbors and a perfect view of the screen. No one would even need to walk in front of them to get to the bar or the bathroom. 

“Thanks so much,” Sarah said. 

The woman walked away, and she turned to Quinn with wide eyes, “that was wild.” 

“I know, I’m sorry,” he said, his hand going to the back of his neck. 

“Does that happen a lot?”

He shrugged, “sometimes. Most people are pretty cool, though.” 

“I actually thought about reserving this, but it was like triple the price, and I’m on a grad school budget, so…” she trailed off, her cheeks flushing as she clasped her hands together.

“The seats we had before would have been great,” he said, “people make a fuss.” He knew this woman was probably hoping he would share the theater on his social media, but finding a place like this was hard enough. He didn’t want to ruin that by announcing it to the world. 

Desperate to change the subject, he said, “Thanks for finding this. I didn’t know it was even here.” 

“I didn’t either,” Sarah admitted, deciding they may as well enjoy the upgrade and sat down on the sofa. It was plush microfiber - incredibly soft to the touch - and very comfortable. It wasn’t like she was going to demand they go back to the standard seats she’d booked.

“How did you find it, then?” he asked, sitting next to her. 

“I overheard someone talking about it on the train and looked it up. It looked cool, so here we are.” 

He smiled at her, and her heart did a karate kick into her lungs. She sucked in a deep breath. 

They made their way to the bar to order dinner and drinks. Everything was on theme, including Sarah’s cocktail that came out glowing bright blue with smoke billowing off the surface. She laughed, looking truly delighted with it. It made Quinn want to kiss her. Not that he hadn’t been thinking about that since they’d met, but something about the pure joy in her face when the bartender handed it over made the impulse even stronger. 

The problem, she soon discovered, with the couch arrangement was the fact that their food and drinks ended up on the end tables - on opposite sides of the couch, making it nearly impossible to eat and have a conversation the way she wanted to. 

After turning around for her drink for the third time, she let out a frustrated sigh. “Here, will you hold this?” she asked, handing him her glass. 

Quinn accepted it and watched as she put her plate on the table, and moved it in front of the couch. She then tucked herself around it, and sat facing him, with one of her legs bent at the knee between them. 

“At least for now,” she said, taking her drink back and setting it on the relocated table. 

Quinn smiled. He never would have moved that table - too afraid to upset someone. He admired Sarah’s willingness to solve the issue at hand. 

Her drink was still smoking when he set his beer bottle next to it. She'd let out the most adorable giggle with the first sip, scrunching her nose at the feel of the smoke. 

“So, what made you choose Vancouver?” he asked, “I’m sure there are places in the States where you can study Marine Zoology.” 

She was instantly impressed that he remembered her degree. Most people got the marine part right, but assumed she was a biologist.  

“That’s kind of a long, complicated story, but basically, my mom died a year and a half years ago and -” 

He cut in, “I’m sorry, Sarah.” 

“Thank you,” she gave him a sad smile. 

“Anyway, there’s a little more to it, but I ended up here because my uncle lives here. I wanted to study the ocean, but I had to be close to family, and the only family I had close to the ocean was here, so that kind of made my decision for me.”

Bracing herself for sympathy, she looked into his eyes, only to find a more open, understanding expression on his handsome face. “That sucks about your mom. My dad lost his mom when I was like two, and he still talks about how hard it was. I know it was really devastating for him. I can't imagine how it felt for you." 

She was so young - too young. She’d been his age. Even considering how long he'd been living away from his parents, it would be awful to lose his mom. She was the person he called for almost everything.

Tears pricked at her lower lashes. She blinked them away, busying herself with her drink to shut down that topic of conversation. 

He laughed when her nose scrunched up again. 

“I promise it’s really good,” she said, giggling, “the smoke just tickles.” 

“Sure,” he teased, then added, "it's actually really cute."

Her gaze caught on the amused set of his mouth, and lingered there for a beat too long. Tearing her eyes away, she asked, “what about you? Why Vancouver?” 

“Well, I was drafted here,” he said after swallowing his bite of salad. 

“So you didn’t have a choice?” 

“Yes and no. I toured and interviewed with a lot of clubs, and I liked it here along with a few other places. They knew how I felt, so they knew it would probably be a good fit. But the draft is always kind of a gamble. My brothers both went to New Jersey, which is pretty unheard of.” 

“Your brothers play hockey too?” 

He nodded. 

“How many of you are there?” 

“Just the three of us,” he said, “and a whole mess of cousins. What about you?” 

“I have an older sister and an older brother. They still live in Nevada, and they both have a bunch of kids. My brother married my sister's best friend, so they’re all really, really close.” 

She said it with a kind of sadness that Quinn knew well: a specific feeling that stemmed from your siblings being together while you were apart. Even though everyone was doing good things, it was still lonely to be the odd man out. 

“I get that,” he said. “My brothers live together in Jersey, and my grandad’s there too, so I feel pretty separate sometimes.”

It was strange to Sarah how much they had in common. Both from families of three siblings, both in Vancouver because of a mix of circumstance and choice, both understood familial loss to at least some extent. She had never met a man like him. 

The bartender announced the movie would start in 5 minutes. 

“I’m going to use the restroom,” she said. “Do you need anything on my way back?”

He shook his head. 

When she came back to their little corner of the theater, she found a refreshed drink on the end table. 

“Thank you,” she said. 

“Of course.” 

The movie started and it was instantly calming to her. Being there with Quinn felt like a special treat, like something out of a daydream.

When she lay her hand, palm up, in the small bit of love seat between them, Quinn was quick to pick it up, entwining their fingers. It felt a bit like he was fourteen again, just excited to hold a girl’s hand. He wanted to touch her all the time, but knew they weren’t there yet. He couldn’t wait to get to the point in the relationship when he could rest his hand on her thigh, or put an arm around her shoulders without it being a big deal. It felt so close, he could almost taste it. 

Leaning progressively closer throughout the movie, Quinn finally put his arm around her. He had to stop himself from celebrating when she rested her head on his shoulder. 

When the movie started winding down, Quinn began to wonder how exactly the end of the night was going to go. He wanted to kiss her so badly, but he didn’t want to do that in the theater or the foyer, where prying eyes and cell phone cameras were in abundance. Maybe he could ask her if they could walk to his car so he could kiss her there? Or maybe he could take her to her building's parking garage? Every way he thought about asking her sounded fucking creepy.

He was still caught in that internal debate when the movie ended and the house lights went up. How was he going to do this? He could just come out and tell her, but it made him sound paranoid and more than a little full of himself. 

“Could you walk me to the train station?” she asked, effectively ending his internal argument. 

He bit back the suggestion that he could just drive her home. “Yeah. Sure, of course,” he said. Maybe there would be a dim corner he could tuck them into and kiss her. 

The night air was cool, and humid when they stepped outside. Heart pounding, Sarah hoped he couldn’t feel it through their clasped hands. 

“You’ll have to lead the way,” he said. “I don’t really take the train.”

“No?” 

“Too many people.” 

While holding his hand was nice, Sarah’s mouth had felt empty with yearning all night. A deep longing to kiss him had been purring in her chest for over a week now, and seeing him made it rumble even louder. From the way she caught him glancing at her mouth throughout the night, it seemed like he felt the same way. 

There was a small, clean alleyway she’d spotted on her walk to the theater. As they passed it, she tugged him off the sidewalk, turned around so she could slide one hand over the back of his neck and pulled him down for a kiss. 

Quinn sucked in a sort of shocked breath at her forwardness. 

She pulled away just as he was registering what was happening and sinking into the kiss. 

Taking her hands back, a blush searing her cheeks, she said, “I’m sorry, that was really presumptuous of me.” Hoping she hadn't just ruined everything, She tried to not feel rejected. Had she been reading the signs wrong? 

“No,” Quinn said, his voice a little too loud. 

It was so strange to him that their physical connection, which had always been the easiest part of his past relationships, seemed to be the only thing they fumbled over. 

He cleared his throat, and slipped his hand up to cup her jaw, "no. I was just a little surprised.” 

Seeing the longing in his face when she looked into his eyes kicked hers back into gear, ready to squeal off the pavement. 

Leaning in closer, his breath caressed her lips as he whispered, “I’ve been thinking about this all week.” 

A shiver raced down her spine at his confession. “Me too." 

Pulling back just slightly, he looked into her face. It felt like he was standing at the edge of the most beautiful view he'd ever seen. He couldn't wait to jump over it. 

She tipped up, and he leaned down, and when their lips met, a gentle sigh passed between them. 

There was no awkwardness, no questioning of who would tip which way, or if it was too soon for tongue. No, Sarah just took advantage between kisses, and swept her tongue into his open mouth. He responded in kind, sliding his tongue along hers. 

Her hands found their way into his hair in an attempt to pull him closer. The soft noise he gasped into her mouth made her fingertips tingle with a heady sense of satisfaction. Molten desire dripped into her veins.

Quinn let all his other thoughts fall away in favor of savoring this moment. He wanted to commit every second of it to memory. She tasted like the tart syrup used in her cocktail, and the smooth sweetness of the rum. Coupled with the vanilla, woodsy scent of her perfume, and her soft, skilled tongue, it was the most intoxicating thing he'd ever experienced. He never wanted to stop. 

The world fell away. 

Then, it came crashing back. 

"Get a room!" someone yelled from the group of teenagers walking by. 

He pulled away, just enough that he could feel her panting breaths rushing over his lips. He didn't want to let the moment slip away. Not when it had been so perfect. 

"Can I make you dinner on Saturday?" he asked, still feeling a little breathless.

She paused, and he realized what he'd just implied. God, he wasn't thinking straight. 

Pulling back, he rushed to explain, "I can bring it with me to a park or something. I just want to see you again." 

A smile broke over her face, "I want to see you again, too." 

Simple, straight to the point. Quinn felt some of his anxiety drop away. 

"I'll think about where, but definitely yes to dinner." 

He beamed. 

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The One With the Bagel

uhhh this is super overdue but here it is for the new year!! i hope you guys like it!! also hope you guys have had a happy and safe holiday season! x. chandler bing x female!reader summary: after making plans, chandler bing shows the cool, alternative girl from canada around the city word count: ~2.9k warnings: none <previous next>

Chandler made good on his promise to show you around. Of course he did, how could he not? You gave him your number. Chandler may be stupid, but if he turned down the opportunity to hang out with you, he’d have Joey check him into a mental institution.

He didn’t call you right away, he figured it would be best to wait a few days. He wanted to wait at least three days, but he caved at two and a half and left you a voicemail on his lunch break.

He had rehearsed it many times and written it down several times. He wanted to get the words just right.

“Hey, y/n. Sorry to bother you, but if you still want to, I’m still open to showing you around the city. Or, well, parts. Um, yeah. I’m free this weekend, we can get coffee too or something if you want. But just let me know. Bye.”

When he hung up, he felt like the air had been pulled directly from his lungs and he immediately wanted to shoot himself. Why did he stutter so much? He knew why, but why? Why did he say ‘but’ so many times?

He did his best not to think about it for the rest of the day.

When he got home from work, exhausted as all hell, he had managed to forget about the whole phone call for at least an hour. But the moment he walked through the door, Joey called his name with a smirk and a strange look in his eyes.

“What’s with you?” Chandler asked, loosening his tie and finally being able to breathe again.

Instead of answering right away, his friend pointed to the phone and said, “She left you a message, man!”

His stomach dropped to his toes and he felt dread creep up his fingertips. Oh, God, what if you didn’t want him to show you around anymore? What if his quick reply freaked you out? God, if you never wanted to see him ever again Chandler couldn’t live with himself.

But still, he made himself walk towards the answering machine. It was blinking, so it was clear Joey hadn’t read it, but Chandler wasn’t sure if that made him feel better or worse.

He looked up at his friend, who seemed excited, the opposite of how he felt.

Swallowing, he pressed play and your perfect voice sounded through the apartment.

“Hey, Chandler! Great to hear from you, I was wondering if you’d call.”

He blinked at the phone. Were you waiting for him to call?

“Sorry about not answering, I was at work and then the bartender was sick and I had to do it. Real cool to make the new girl bartend by herself after she finished her training.” You laugh and Chandler feels the corners of his lips quirk up. “Sorry, I’m rambling. But, uh, yeah, I’d totally be down for Sunday. And coffee sounds great. Just call me back when you can and we can figure out the details or whatever. Bye, Chan.”

The machine clicked, signaling you had hung up, and Chandler stared at the white box with a smile on his face and a warm, somewhat foreign feeling in his heart.

Joey shook his shoulders, a grin plastered across his cheeks. "You got it, man, you're in!"

"Yeah, yeah, okay," he said, shrugging Joey off of him. "So, like, should I call her back now or wait?"

Glancing at the time the message from you was received, Joey answered, "I mean, she called a couple of hours ago. Do it now, man, she's probably off of work."

He nodded, feeling his heart rate pick up again. "Yeah. Yeah, okay."

But instead of grabbing the phone, he just stared at it. He stared at it for so long that Joey had to touch his arm to get him to look at him.

"You want to order a pizza first?"

Chandler nodded. "Yeah, that's probably a good idea."

And so, forty-five minutes and two-thirds of a pizza later, Chandler mustered up the courage to call you.

It only takes two rings for you to pick up.

"Hello?" Chandler has been waiting to hear your voice again for days and nothing can describe the pure amount of euphoria that rushes through his veins at your tone.

He keeps calm, however, and says, "Hey, y/n, it's Chandler."

Your tone lightens and he can practically hear the smile in your voice. "Oh, hey, Chan!"

A smile paints itself across his cheeks and heat rises up his neck and he tries to ignore Joey's excited looks. "Hey."

"You got my message, right?" For a moment, he hears some noises from your side of the call, almost like you're closing a plastic container, and he hopes he didn't catch you in the middle of eating. "I'm free on Sunday, is that cool?"

"Yeah, that works." He suggests meeting up at nine and when you laugh a little, his grin widens at your nervousness. "What is it?"

You laugh again and elaborate. "Okay, so, actually, I work the night before and we don't close until, like, one. So maybe ten? Instead?"

Chandler would hang out with you at three in the morning if you asked him to. "Yeah, that's fine."

"Awesome. So, around ten at Central Perk? Since it's really the only place I know in the city?"

A teasing smile pulls at his lips as he waves his roommate away before he embarrasses himself. "For now."

"For now?"

"Yeah. I'll show you around to all the good places."

"Even the Empire State Building?" Your voice is teasing and it makes his organs do gymnastics.

He chuckles and nods even if you can't see it. "Even the Empire State Building."

"Sick! See you then, Chan."

"See you then, y/n." He needs to come up with a nickname for you.

"Bye."

"Bye."

And then you hang up and Chandler places the phone back down. There's a beat where he makes eye contact with Joey before they both erupt into celebratory cheers and jump up and down together like they always do.

"Go Chandler!"

"Go me!"

~*~

Sunday comes both sooner and later than you expected. It's sooner because you worked a double the day before but it's also later because you've been looking forward to it ever since the two of you scheduled it.

But, eventually, ten o'clock rolls around and you're sitting at a table in Central Perk patiently waiting. You haven't been here for long, but since you always get nervous meeting up with new people, you grabbed a newspaper and started to do the crossword to calm your nerves.

You like Chandler, a lot. He's very sweet, funny, and he's pretty cute, too. You share a lot of similar interests, but since you've only had one encounter and a couple of phone calls, you still get anxious.

You're sure it will go away when you both make conversation.

Chewing on the end of the pencil, you rack your mind for the solution to this one question, but you can't quite remember the name, though it's on the tip of your tongue.

The bell above the door rings and you look up, smiling when you see Chandler. You wave him over and he quickly spots you, casually walking over.

"You do the crossword, too?" he asks with a small smile.

You nod. "Sometimes, yeah. Hey, I need your help with one. What's a prehistoric beast with a large bony frill?"

He tilts his head and asks, "How many letters is it?"

Glancing down at the paper, you count the little squares and answer, "Eleven."

He mouths some letters, and counts with his fingers, before saying, "Triceratops."

"That's what it is!" You quickly scribble it down in messy handwriting. "I knew that, I just forgot the word for it."

"Yeah, sure." He gives you a teasing smirk as you stand up, stashing the newspaper into your bag.

You raise a brow at him. "Wow, rude, Chan."

"I'm messing."

"I know." You smile at him. "So. You promised to show me where the good coffee is?"

He nods and moves towards the door, holding it open for you to go out of. "I did. You like bagels?"

"Of course I do, I'm not a monster."

Your humor always gets to him and he jerks his head down the street. "Come on. I'll show you a great place."

"Lead the way."

~*~

An hour later, you stand beside Chandler with a bagel in one hand and a cup of coffee in the other.

“Okay,” you say, walking past a couple holding hands. “It might have been a long wait, but you say it’s worth it?”

Chandler nods and smiles. “I promise you, it is.”

He leads you to a little bench by a flower shop and you take a seat laying the bagel across your lap.

“Coffee first,” he says to you.

“But you said the bagel is the best part.”

“Best for last?”

“I always do best for first.”

“Okay, well, drawing out the tension makes things better.”

You roll your eyes and hold out your coffee cup. “Clink me, Bing.”

A smile creeps onto his face and he can't help but say, "Is that a euphemism?"

Mirroring his teasing smile, you reply, "You wish."

He does.

But he doesn't say that and instead taps his disposable coffee cup against yours and takes a sip at the same time as you do.

Taking a sip, you immediately flinch back at the searing burning sensation on your tongue. Chandler does the same thing and you both laugh.

"He did warn it was hot," you mutter, referencing the kind older man who cashed you out while you run your front teeth over your tongue.

Chandler smiles. "Yeah, he did."

After blowing on the liquid for another moment, you both clink your cups again and you take a sip. Chandler recommended the latte and you trusted his opinion. Sure enough, as soon as the slightly-cooled down liquid touches your tongue, you're glad you trusted him.

"Woah," you say, looking at Chandler.

He's smiling. "Right?"

You smile back, taking another sip of the delicious beverage. "This is so good."

"I told you it would be good."

"It's not just good, it's great."

"Exactly. None of my other friends think it's very good."

You frown just a little. "Really? I mean, Central Perk is good and all, but this is amazing."

He just shrugs. "It's okay. I have you to go with me now."

You smile at him and a strange and warm feeling flutters in your chest.

But before you can even think about it, Chandler is putting the coffee down beside him on the bench and picking up his bagel. "Okay. Try the bagel now."

Nodding, you place the coffee down and carefully unwrap a small section of the bagel that you can eat. You had gotten a bagel called an 'All-Nighter', which had two eggs, bacon, cheese, and some kind of chipotle aioli on a cheesy bagel. It sounded like actual heaven considering you hadn't eaten all day and your mouth waters as the delectable scent wafts up to your nose.

Once again, you and Chandler clink your own bagels--he got one called the 'Santa Fe' with egg whites, sausage, and salsa on a plain bagel--and take a bite at the same time.

You're not one to groan at food, but this sandwich is so good you almost do. It's messy and you're glad for the double layer of paper around it. It's cheesy, it's warm, and it's a little spicy. It's everything you've been craving.

"Holy shit," you say, mouth still a little full. "This is so good, Chandler."

He just nods, already taking another bite.

Licking a stray piece of sauce from your lips, you hardly swallow before you go in for another bite. Together, you and Chandler eat in silence, too busy consuming your own individual meals like it's the last meal. Honestly, you would want this bagel to be your last meal.

You finish first, licking your greasy fingers before using a napkin to wipe them. Carefully, you shove all your trash into the bag and take a couple more sips of your latte before it gets cold.

Chandler is soon finished and while he's wiping his hands, you say, "That was the best sandwich I've ever had in my life, Chan."

"I told you it would be life-changing."

"I'm so sorry for doubting you," you tease, smiling and stretching your legs out in front of you and taking in the scene. It's almost noon on a Sunday in Manhattan and the streets are, unsurprisingly, crawling with people, but everyone seems a lot more relaxed and chill on Sunday rather than a busy Friday morning when you're running late for work.

You and Chandler lapse into a pleasant silence where you both just people-watch for a few minutes while your meals digest. You watch the people go by and wonder what they're doing today and what plans they have. You wonder if they've ever had a life-changing bagel as well, you wonder how many of them are new to the city like you and how many know it well like Chandler.

He speaks up. “What do you want to go see first?”

Looking at him, you know the first thing you want to do. “Empire State Building.”

He smiles and stands, offering you a hand. “Come on, then.”

Taking it, you let him haul you up before dropping his hand almost immediately. For a second, disappointment fills his chest before he pushes it away. Together, he leads you to the Empire State Building, talking about everything and nothing all at once.

~*~

By the time it was getting dark, you had both wandered halfway around Manhatten. You had seen the Empire State Building, walked by the National Museum—where his friend Ross worked, which you thought was interesting—you had walked around Times Square, and by the Rockefeller Center.

“Is it true that at Christmas they have a huge tree?” you ask as Chandler walks beside you.

He nods, smiling. “It is. And they have an ice rink.”

This makes you stop in your tracks and you turn to him. He blinks and stands next to you, completely aware that there’s a giant smile on your face.

“Are you serious?” you ask.

Chandler nods slowly. “Yeah, I’m serious. What, do you like skating?”

“Uh, yeah.” You laugh and roll your eyes. “Chandler, I love skating. You know I did hockey for, like, years right?”

“No, I didn’t.”

You widen your eyes at him. “Oh. Well, I did.”

“I didn’t know you liked hockey.”

“I’m from Canada,” you say, starting to walk once more. “It’s a requirement. I got my first stick on my fifth birthday.”

“That’s so cool,” your friend says. “I love hockey.”

“What’re the teams in the city? I know there’s the Rangers, I just can’t remember the other one.”

“The Islanders,” he tells you. “But the Rangers are better. Joey and I go to the games a lot, but if I have an extra ticket, you can come too.”

“Thanks.” You smile at him, this cute little half-smile that makes his chest squeeze.

But he doesn’t think about it and smiles back, nods, and listens as you explain how you were the best defender on your team in primary school.

Eventually, you make it back to your apartment. Hell’s Kitchen isn’t as sketchy as it used to be and Chandler walks you up to your apartment building. It’s well past sunset, but the streetlights are bright enough.

“This is me,” you say, gesturing behind you to the building. “Thanks for walking me back.”

“It was no problem,” Chandler says, completely aware that you both walked right past his own apartment building twenty minutes ago. “I’m not far from here. Besides, I wanted to make sure you wouldn’t get mugged.”

“Considering I have three dollars in my wallet, I don’t think that’s a problem.”

Chandler laughs and you laugh too and you realize how much you love his company. He’s funny and he gets you. He’s fun to be around and he’s nice, something a little uncommon here in the city.

“We should do this again,” you hear yourself say. “I had a lot of fun.”

“Me too,” he replies. “Call me?”

He doesn’t mean to say it. It slips out and his eyes widen the words leave his lips but you just laugh gently and nod.

“I will.” Taking his hand, you shake it twice. Your rings are cold against his hand but he’s quickly distracted away from that when you lean in and press a quick kiss to his cheek. You have to lean on your tiptoes to do it and you’re already pulled away when he realizes what you’ve done.

Releasing his hand, you watch his neck heat up and panic rises up in you for fear you’ve gone too far. But then a small smile crosses his face and the knot in your stomach loosens.

Before the silence becomes awkward, you say, “Goodnight, Chandler. Get home safe.”

“You too,” he blurts out before cursing. But you just laugh that sweet laugh of yours and buzz yourself in, propping the door with your foot.

“Don’t get mugged on the way home, Chan.” And with another wave, you walk inside and let the door close behind you.

And Chandler is left standing alone in the streets of New York with a cheesy smile on his face. He scratches his chin but the grin doesn’t leave his face the entire time he meanders his way back to his apartment.

And his smile only grows wider when Joey mentions the lipstick stain on his cheek.

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[jamdoughnutmagician]

Edge of Heaven

Steve Harrington x Female Reader (18+)

Summary:Steve shows you his love of your short summer dresses. No plot here really? Just good ol’ fashioned car sex with Stevie.

Warnings:Smut, 18+, Handjobs, Unprotected Sex (cowgirl position), Dirty Talk, Nipple play is that a thing?, slight size kink. If I’ve missed anything feel free to shoot me a message

Word Count:1,642

Authour’s Note:It’s been getting warmer recently and I’ve been able to break out a few of my summer dresses and I guess that’s what inspired this fic? 

Masterlist

Steve was never really a fan of the summer. The skin-prickling heat, the constant re-applying of sunscreen to his freckled complexion and worst of all the humidity causing his usually perfectly styled and bouncy hair, to become limp and to stick flat against his increasingly sweaty forehead.

However, there was an upside to these warmer days, or at least Steve thought so. 

And it was you. Specifically you in your summer dresses. In your short summer dresses.

His honey-golden brown eyes raked over every inch of the exposed skin of your thighs. Your thighs were one of Steve’s favourite features on you, although he’d reassured you many times before that he loves every last little bit of you, there was just something about the soft skin of your thighs that had Steve’s eyes wandering and his pulse racing. 

Steve’s hand reaches out for you, intertwining his fingers with yours. His heart races as he smiles brightly to himself when he feels you squeeze his hand in yours.

‘Follow me, Honey” he smirks as he tugs you by the hand towards his beemer.

He kindly opens the passenger side door for you to slide in before making his way round to the driver’s seat on the opposite side. 

“So where are we going, Stevie?” you ask.

“I thought we could have a day at the lake, just the two of us.” he smiles, a slight sun kissed blush dusting across his freckled features.

“I’d like that” you smile back at him.

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The drive to the lake is filled with comfortable silences, the only sound is one of Steve’s Wham! tapes playing from his car’s radio. The entire journey to the lake is spent with one of Steve’s hands on the steering wheel, cruising towards the clearing amongst the trees in the woods, and the other rubbing over the soft skin of your thighs. 

He pulls up to a secluded empty spot just in front of the lake. The hot heat of the summer day, hazing into a warm evening, as the sun begins to set. The sky awash with soft pinks and blazing oranges. Turning the keys to shut off his car’s engine, he turns to look at you.

He looks so beautiful like this. The warm glow of the evening sun casting a golden glow over the mess of his hair and his sun-kissed freckles. His brown eyes sparkle with cheeky glint as he looks at where his hand is still affectionately placed on your thigh.

"Y'know…" he starts. "Seeing you in this pretty little dress has been driving me crazy all day, Honey." 

"Oh?" 

"Yeah, it's been so hard to act like the decent and respectable boyfriend around all those people when all I want is to have you to myself." Steve continues.

"Oh Stevie," you coo, your voice as sweet as syrup, as you carefully manoeuvre yourself so that you've moved from where you're sitting in the passenger’s seat to over where he's sitting behind the wheel. You position yourself with your thighs spread, making yourself comfortable on his lap.

Underneath you, beneath his light-wash denim jeans, you could feel the press of Steve’s bulge against the delicate lace of your panties. Oh. He really liked you in short summer dresses.  

“Feel what you do to me, Honey? Feel how hard you make me? I want you so bad..” he groans. His strong hands are holding your hips, the fingertips digging into the soft, plump skin of your thighs, and his lips are trailing soft, butterfly kisses into the crook of your neck.

You needed him just as bad as he needed you. Reaching down between your bodies, your hand makes quick work on popping open the button on his jeans, before dragging down the zip of his fly. Your hand slips beyond the elastic waistband of his boxers, to find his already hard cock eagerly awaiting your touch.

You smile to yourself at the little gasp he lets slip as your hand wraps around his shaft.

“Lift your hips up for me Stevie” you purr.

He does as you ask, sitting up enough for you to dig your fingers into the waistband of his jeans and boxers in one quick motion. He sits back down in his seat, with his jeans and boxers bunched around his strong, thick thighs. His hard cock pressed up against his soft tummy. A slight bead of pre-cum sticking to the patch of fuzzy hair that graces his lower stomach. 

He watched you with wide eyes as you let a string of drool fall from between your lips and into your palm, before taking his length in your hand. 

You had your suspicions about Steve’s size even before ever being intimate with him. Those tight jeans left very little to the imagination. You weren’t oblivious to the rumours of his colourful past as King Steve, and in the past had heard many of the girls in school squawk about just how much Steve was packing down there, however even after being with him for as long as you had, Steve’s impressive length was nothing short of intimidating for you.

Of course, Steve had long out-grown that dumb high school persona of King Steve, and here and now, he was just Stevie. Your adorably sweet, and loving boyfriend. 

Your slick fist worked up and down his length in slow, deliberate strokes. Just letting him feel the glide of your hand over his flushed skin.

You pull your hand away from Steve’s cock for a moment, not without hearing the slight whimper from your boyfriend at the loss of contact, to rise up on your knees. You slide your panties to the side, before positioning Steve’s leaking tip at your entrance and beginning to slowly slide down on him inch by inch. His large hands are splayed on your hips, his thumb rubbing over your skin comfortingly, praising you sweetly as you take him inside you.

“That’s it Honey…Oh g-god yes..doing so well for me, Sweetheart…”

You sink down to the last few inches, until Steve’s impressive length is nestled snugly in the warm wet heat of your pussy.

Steve’s eyes are focused on your face as you begin to roll your hips up and down on him.  His hands travel up from where they’re resting on your hips to pull down the straps of both your dress and your bra off your shoulders, eager to expose the soft skin of your breasts.

Steve wastes no time in leaning forward to envelop one of your nipples in his mouth, swirling his tongue around it, teasing the bud into a hardened peak. His other fingers are working to pinch and tease the other one, enjoying the little whines of pleasure that slip from your lips as he does.  

You’re bouncing yourself up and down over Steve’s cock, rising up all the way until just the tip of him is inside you, before grinding your hips back down over him.

Steve always goes a little bit crazy whenever you’re on top. He’d never told you this before, but seeing you sitting on top of him like this, looking so pretty and every inch the angel that he thinks you are, he can’t help but feel the rising passion he feels for you from spilling over.

His hands are back on your hips, his fingertips squeezing into the flesh, holding on to you as he thrusts his hips up to meet yours, fucking himself up into you, eagerly filling you with every inch of his cock.

The sounds of the music playing lowly from the car’s radio are drowned out by the noises of the skin slapping against skin, and gasping moans being swallowed into deep passionate kisses.

“Fuck…That’s it..Keep bouncing that pretty ass for me, Honey.. Feels so good..Swear I’m the luckiest guy in the world to have you all to myself like this” Steve moans as he continues to thrust his hips upwards, filling you so full of him.

His hand reaches out between your joined bodies, his thumb catching on your swollen and neglected clit.

“Look at her...'' he drawls out, the rough pad of his thumb circling around your clit. “So needy and desperate for attention, huh? Just need me to rub you right here, don’t you ? Need me to make you feel so much better..” 

Steve’s fingers are working to deliver quick, precise circles, providing your clit with the much needed attention as you continued  to roll your hips up and down over him.

With every rise and fall of your hips over him, you could feel the knot in the pit of your stomach tying itself ever tighter, you were so close, and judging by the way Steve’s thrusts were starting to get sloppier and his breath was coming out in ragged pants that he was close too.

“Close, Stevie…Gonna cum..” you whined desperately above him.

“I know, Honey, I know…Me too…Pussy’s squeezing me so tight..fuck ” he moaned out.

It didn’t take more than a few more rolls of your hips, and a few more thrusts from Steve before you came, squeezing around his cock with a cry as your orgasm rushed over you.

Steve’s fingertips dig into the flesh of your hips as he stilled beneath you, his cock pulsing inside you as he filled you with rope after rope of the hot spurts of his release. 

There’s a beat of silence between the two of you, where it seemed as though you were the only two people in the world. In this moment nothing else mattered, it was perfect. 

Leaning forward you press your lips against his in a sweet kiss.

Steve Harrington may have been King Steve in highschool, but right now he was just your Stevie, and that was all that mattered to you.

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[willalove75]

Could you write something where Rebecca and reader are fake dating and in one instance (for whatever reason) they have to kiss and because they both secretly enjoyed it they proceed to make up excuses to kiss each other more? Then maybe something happens that causes Rebecca to get jealous and make a public display which kind of forces them to confront their true feelings?

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Oooh yes I love this! Thanks so much for the request!!💕

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You and Keeley walk into Rebecca's office carrying bags of takeout.

"Hello!" Rebecca says happily.

Keeley runs over to Rebecca and gives her a big hug.

"Oh I haven't seen you in so long!" Keeley says.

"I know, now that you have your own PR firm you're too busy for me!"

Keeley gives Rebecca a pouty face and you walk over.

"Hi y/n!" Rebecca says as she goes to hug you.

"Hi Rebecca!" You say as she pulls you in for a hug.

"Let's eat, I'm starving!" She says.

The three of you make yourselves at home on her couch and have lunch.

"So what are you two up to this weekend?" Rebecca asks.

"Well, tomorrow night we're meeting up with some of my friends, including my ex and his crazy pretty new girlfriend." You say.

"Oh shit, that's tomorrow?" Keeley asks.

"Oh no," You say.

"Shit! I have a shoot tomorrow night! Oh y/n I'm SO sorry I totally forgot that was tomorrow!!" She says with disappointment.

"Keeleyyyyyy" you groan. "Fuck I can't go alone!"

"Why not?" Rebecca asks.

"Because her ex's new girlfriend is hot as fuck and she doesn't want to look like a total loser showing up to this big shindig alone." Keeley says.

"Pretty much. We still have a lot of friends in common and last time I saw the two of them I was alone and it was horrible!" You say. "Keeley was going to be my fake girlfriend for the night." You look over at her.

"I'm so sorry I feel so horrid!" She exclaims. "Wait! I have an idea! Rebecca, do you want to take my place and be y/n's fake girlfriend tomorrow?"

"Oh god you don't have to- I mean if you want to you can but I'd feel terrible dragging you into this." You say.

"Pleaseee take my place tomorrow night!" Keeley begs Rebecca donning puppy dog eyes.

Rebecca thinks about it for a minute and finally says

"Fuck it, why not! I have nothing going on tomorrow night anyway.”

"Really?" You ask with wide eyes. "You know she meant like girlfriend girlfriend, not just like a friend who's a girl, right? I just want to make sure before you agree and then realize it's not what you expected."

"Yeah why not, I think it'll be fun!" She says.

"Oh it's gonna be so good!!" Keeley says. "Ugh now I really wish I was going just to see his stupid face when you walk in with one of the hottest women in London!"

The three of you laugh and you give Rebecca some details and continue your lunch. You guys pack up and get ready to head out and say your goodbyes.

"Byeee!" Keeley says hugging Rebecca.

"By love." She says back.

"Bye, thank you so much, seriously, I really owe you for this!" You say giving her a hug.

"Not a problem at all! But drinks are on you." She says with a laugh.

"That's totally fair." You say.

The next day comes around and your nerves start to kick in, it was one thing when it was Keeley that was going to be your fake girlfriend, she's one of your best friends. Even though you've gotten to know Rebecca really well, you still don't know her as well as you know Keeley and you hope it doesn't go sideways.

You get ready for the night and the group chat with all of your friends that will be there starts exploding with "I'm so excited to see you all!" "I can't wait for you to meet my new boyfriend!" and the like. One of your best friends, Callie, sends a message to the group chat.

"I heard y/n has a new friend she's bringing tonight 👀😜"

The group chat goes nuts, thank god you didn't tell anyone who you were taking with you before Keeley canceled or this would get real weird real fast. You reply to the chat

"Mayybeeee 😉"

A bunch of your friends heart react to it and you notice one person give it a thumbs up, you check to see who it was and it was from your ex, Brian.

"Well, here goes nothing." You think to yourself.

You get a text from Rebecca saying that she's here and you walk out of your flat and get into her car.

"Hi! You look beautiful!" She says as she leans over the center console to give you a hug.

"Hi! Thank you so much for doing this, seriously you really didn't have to."

"Of course! I couldn't let my girl go alone!" She says as she playfully nudges you.

You talk about who's going to be at the restaurant and giving Rebecca cliff notes of who each person is. You pull up and you both get out of the car. She looks stunning, a tight red dress that hugs her body perfectly. It looks like it was made custom to show off every amazing curve on her body, you actually wouldn't be surprised if that was the case.

Before you walk into the restaurant you pause and take a deep breath, Rebecca looks over at you, sensing your nerves.

"We're gonna kill it." She says with a smile.

You smile back at her and she holds her hand out, you grab it and you walk hand-in-hand into the restaurant.

You walk to the back room where everyone has gathered and you hear cheering and excitement when you walk in.

"Y/n!!" Callie says as she runs over to hug you. "Oh I missed you so much oh my god!!" She squeezes you tighter.

"I missed you so much too!" You squeeze her back.

Callie looks over at Rebecca and back at you and gives you a nod of approval.

"Cal, this is Rebecca. Rebecca, this is my best friend Callie."

"It's so great to finally meet you!" Callie says.

"It's so great to finally meet you as well!" Rebecca says as they shake hands.

Another friend calls Callie over and she excuses herself, as she walks past you she says with a smirk

"Damn girl, look at you."

You give her a look as she continues to walk away.

"Sorry," you say to Rebecca as you blush.

"Oh don't be, at least we know it's working." She says with a giggle. "Come on, I want to meet the rest of my girlfriends friends." She says with a wink.

You go around the room and introduce her to your friends and their partners, no one can seem to keep their eyes off of Rebecca. You hear whispers of "no way", "damn, good for her" and so on.

You feel really awkward interacting with your friends, worried about doing something that would make Rebecca uncomfortable. As you're talking to some friends you feel her slide her arm around your waist and you look up at her. She can feel your nervousness and gives you a comforting look, you relax a little and lean into her as she pulls you closer.

You start feeling more comfortable, you and Rebecca start flirting like a real couple would, sometimes you have to remind yourself that it's not real and you're both just playing a part.

About 30 minutes after you arrive you hear more cheering as someone else walks in and you hear someone yell

"Brian's finally here! Now the party can really start!"

You freeze when you hear his name and you're flooded with nerves. Rebecca must have picked up on your anxiousness because she turns you towards her and holds your hands as she looks into your eyes.

"You're okay," she says with a comforting smile. "We got this." She pulls you in for a hug. You relax into her arms and you feel her place a kiss on the top of your head as she holds you. Your anxiousness turns into butterflies in your stomach and you try to ignore them.

"It's not real." You think to yourself.

You take her hand and lead her towards the front of the room. Through the crowd you see Brian, looking as handsome as ever, with his obnoxiously gorgeous girlfriend Olivia.

"Wow, she is beautiful." Rebecca whispers to you.

"Yeah I wasn't kidding, it all makes much more sense now doesn't it?" You say with a small laugh.

"It sure does." She looks down at you. "But we look hotter than them anyway." She gives you a wink and a playful smile.

You feel your cheeks blush and the butterflies flutter in your belly again as you hear someone calling your name.

"Y/n!" You look up to see Brian calling you over.

You shake off the butterflies and walk over with Rebecca.

"Hey Brian! How are you?"

He pulls you in for a hug and you get a whiff of his cologne. You immediately notice that it's the one you bought him, your favorite scent. You feel the pain in your heart and try to ignore it.

"Good, you remember Olivia, right?" He asks.

"Of course," you turn to her. "Hey, how have you been?" You give her a hug.

"I've been well! How about you?"

"Good," you turn to Rebecca. "Brian, Olivia, this is Rebecca," you pause for a moment and look at her, she looks down at you and her eyes sparkle. "My girlfriend." You look at her proudly. "Rebecca, this is Brian and Olivia."

"It's so lovely to meet you both." Rebecca says shaking their hands.

She pulls her hand back and places it on the small of your back.

"Nice to meet you." Brian says. "You know I was surprised when you said you were bringing someone y/n. I didn't know you were seeing everyone."

"Yeah," you say, unsure of how to respond.

"We've been together for a few months now, but I was the one who wanted to keep quiet about it for a bit," Rebecca interjects. "And y/n was so patient with me, so as soon as she told me about this event, I figured it was the perfect time to officially meet everyone."

"Damn she's good at this." You think to yourself.

You think you see a hint of jealousy on Brian's face when Rebecca speaks, he puts his hand around Olivia's waist and pulls her in closer as they chat.

"Well love," Rebecca says, looking down at you. She gently pushes a stray hair out of your face and her thumb caresses your cheek. "I think it's time for a drink, what do you think?"

"I think so." You say, looking up into her eyes.

You both maintain eye contact for an extra second as you get lost in her gorgeous green eyes. The butterflies in your stomach get riled up again as you look at her, you look away back at Brian and you can clearly see, he's jealous.

You say goodbye to Brian and Olivia and lead Rebecca to the bar. You both order drinks and as promised, you pay for them. You find some empty chairs and take a seat at one of the tables filled with people you know, including Callie, and start chatting.

"So Rebecca, how did you two meet?" Callie asks with a raised eyebrow.

You look over at Rebecca, she sees the worry in your eyes. You just realized you guys never discussed this and you're terrified your cover is going to be blown. Rebecca looks back into your eyes and smiles and looks over at Callie.

"Well, y/n is great friends with one of my best friends, Keeley Jones," the table is a little star struck at the name drop, everyone knows who Keeley Jones is. "And we all went out for dinner one night and we got on really well. I thought she was beautiful and asked for her number and from there we spent more and more time together and we decided to give this a shot." She holds your hand and looks at you lovingly.

The table "aw's" at the two of you and you lean in closer to her, still holding hands.

The night goes on, you order more drinks and chat and have fun with your friends. You end up at a table with James, Brian's best friend, Brian, Olivia, Callie, her boyfriend and a few others. James is pretty wasted and starts to question your relationships.

“Y/n, I don’t fuckin believe for a second that you’re actually dating the owner of AFC Richmond. Can you fuckin’ believe that mate?” He says to Brian.

"How do you-" You begin to ask.

"How the fuck do I not?! Richmond is in my blood!" He says as he turns around, pulls his shirt off and shows off a Greyhounds tattoo on his shoulder.

Brian definitely doesn’t look thrilled, but shrugs him off.

“Shut up James, you have no idea what you’re talking about.” You say defensively.

“You’re fuckin’ lying, I bet she’s a fake date.”

Your face gets red, both with embarrassment and anger and look over at Rebecca. She looks calm and unbothered, she holds your hand and strokes the back of it with her thumb.

“James what the fuck do they have to do to prove to you they’re together, make out in front of you? You're ridiculous.” Callie argues back.

“Actually,” James says with a smirk “that’s exactly what they’d have to do.”

“Oh fuck off James. I don’t even know why you were invited. No one here besides Brian even fucking likes you.” You say.

“If you were a real couple, you wouldn’t fight it.” He says back.

You look over at Rebecca with fear in your eyes. She smiles at you as the rest of the table chimes in.

“I mean he’s not wrong!” “Just kiss her she’s your girlfriend.” "James shut the fuck up."

You look over at Callie, she senses your nervousness, but only thinks it’s because of them hounding you both to kiss.

“You don’t have to and I wouldn't blame you because he's an absolute knobhead, but it will shut him up and he won’t keep saying this shit for the rest of the night. It's up to you.” Callie says.

You turn back to Rebecca, you have no idea what to do, she can tell immediately that you’re freezing. She adjusts her chair to face you more and tucks a piece of hair gently behind your ear, leaving her hand resting on your cheek, and looks into your eyes.

“It’s okay,” she says gently with a smile.

“Are you sure?” You ask back.

She nods and you study her face for a minute, trying to find any sense of hesitation or discomfort. You find neither, she's either one of the best actresses you've ever seen, or she's genuinely okay with this.

You take a deep breath in and she pulls you into her. You don't think you've ever been this nervous before as you lean into the kiss. Your lips meet and the first thing you notice is how soft and warm her lips are. The sounds of the restaurant are suddenly muffled, you feel your body relax as a warmth runs through you and the butterflies in your belly go crazy. You're not sure if it's the butterflies or nerves, or maybe something else entirely, but you feel sparks between your lips as they meet. The scent of her perfume fills your nostrils as you kiss, so elegant and heavenly. The façade you two have built crumbles as your bottom lips slides between hers. You bring your hand up to her face, your fingers resting on her smooth skin, you pull her in closer and she puts her other hand on your leg. She gently licks your lips and you part yours, your tongues quickly caress each other and you feel like you're floating . She gently sucks on your bottom lip as you part and you feel like the air in your lungs was stolen from you for a moment.

You notice your heart is beating so fast you think it's going to explode, you're a little afraid to open your eyes as you part and see her upset or turned off. You gain up the courage and open your eyes and meet her gaze. She's looks a little surprised, but her lips are curved into a satisfied smile.

"Is this real?" You ask yourself.

The entire world around you vanished for a moment and you're suddenly jolted back when you hear the commotion from your kiss.

You look back to the table and you look over at Callie, who has the biggest smile on her face, James looks shocked, and Brian isn't even looking at the two of you, he doesn't look happy.

Rebecca glares at James and he says nothing as he slinks away, you and Rebecca look at each other and laugh.

"Holy shit." Callie says looking wide-eyed at the both of you. "That was the hottest kiss I think I've ever see in my entire life."

You and Rebecca laugh and you rest your head on her shoulder.

With James taken care of, everyone's convinced that you two are together without a doubt and the night continues.

You notice that the flirting between you and Rebecca becomes effortless, you both putting your arms around each other, your hand rests on her leg, she touches your arm occasionally, like you're really a couple.

You get up to go to the bathroom and she pulls you in for a quick kiss before you walk away. You're definitely surprised, but very much into it. You feel the sparks again as your lips meet and the butterflies go nuts. You gently bite your lower lip after you part and you head off.

You make your way back and walk up to Rebecca sitting at the bar.

"There she is!" Rebecca says with a smile.

"I hope you didn't miss me too much!" You playfully respond.

You put your hands on her hips as she drapes her arms around your shoulders, you look into each others eyes and you get lost in hers for a minute. You're brought back to Earth when the bartender puts two drinks down on the bar. You hop into your seat and you both enjoy your drinks.

Callie runs up to you and pulls you off of the stool towards the dance floor.

"Come on!" You say to Rebecca, grabbing at her hand.

"Oh no, I don't dance. But go! I'll hang out here." She replies with a smile.

"You sure?"

"Absolutely!"

You kiss her again before you head off and like the previous kisses, sparks ignite when your lips land on hers. You smile as you look into her eyes and she looks like she's beaming. At this point, you're really not sure if you're pretending anymore. You head off to the dance floor and dance with your friends.

A slow song comes on and Callie's boyfriend steals her away and you go to walk off of the dancefloor. Brian slides in front of you and grabs you to dance, his movements as smooth as butter.

"What are you doing?" You ask with a laugh.

"What, I can't dance with my ex?"

"Usually that's pretty frowned upon."

"Ah, well, I was never one to follow the status quo."

"I'm sure your girlfriend would beg to differ."

He laughs and you're immediately transported back to when you were dating. You loved his laugh, it never failed to make you smile even when you didn't want to.

"So how you doin' y/n?" He asks.

"I've been good, how have you been?"

"Not bad, not bad at all."

He spins you and pulls you back into him. You catch a glimpse of Rebecca sitting at the bar and you can tell something changed.

"How's your girlfriend? You know I was surprised when I heard you had a girlfriend."

"She's wonderful, and I don't know why, you knew I liked girls." You say, rolling your eyes. "Speaking of girlfriends Brian, your girlfriend Olivia is going to kill the both of us if she sees us dancing. What's going on?"

"And your girlfriend won't?" He asks with a smirk.

You look over his shoulder and Rebecca has turned her back to you both, leaning on the bar.

"She very well might." You give him a look.

"Nothings going on, I just wanted a chance to talk to you by ourselves for a minute, I miss our talks." He says sincerely.

You sigh and give him a look.

"I do too, but, we broke up, we've both moved on,"

"Why can't we be friends?" He says cutting you off.

"I'm not saying we can't, but I am saying we cannot slow dance alone. Go get your girlfriend and bring her out here before she leaves you too." You give him a playful smirk and twirl away from him and head towards Rebecca.

"Hey," you say, sitting next to her.

"Hi."

You notice she's looking down into her drink, slowly swirling it in her glass, she doesn't look up at you.

"Hey, are you okay?" You ask concerned.

"Yeah," she says and pauses for a moment, watching the mixed drink swirl around. "Actually, I don't know."

"What happened?" You put your hand on her arm, worried that something happened when you were with Brian.

She looks up at you, there's a sadness in her eyes you immediately pick up on.

"Rebecca," you look into her eyes, worried about her. "What happened?"

"Nothing," she says shaking her head. "Nothing, I'm fine actually."

"You're definitely not."

"Ohhh trouble in paradise!" James says a little too loudly.

"Shut up James, Jesus, don't you have anything better to do?"

"Nope." He says, keen on watching this play out.

You push him away and Rebecca gets up and goes to walk away. You grab her arm and gently pull her towards you as you stand.

"Rebecca," you look up into her eyes, desperate to know why she's upset.

She looks away from your gaze, you see her looking over at Brian dancing with a visibly unhappy Olivia and you realize why she's upset. You know she's not acting, she's not playing the "jealous girlfriend" part, seeing you two together genuinely upset her and your heart breaks when you realize what's going on.

"Oh god," you pull her closer to you and your hand slides up to her cheek. She looks back at you, the hurt in her eyes makes you want to cry. "Honey, I'm so sorry, I didn't- I didn't realize-" You're lost for words, tears well up in your eyes, the guilt eats away at you, even though you didn't know for sure that she had feelings for you.

"I know," she says and looks away. "I didn't either but- when I saw you- when we-" She looks back into your eyes and takes a deep breath. "I can't do this anymore." She says quietly, her eyes becoming glassy.

"I'm so sorry, I never would have- I didn't- fuck!" You look away as a tear rolls down your cheek. You look up into her eyes, a few tears fall onto her cheeks and you wipe them away. "It's okay."

You wrap your arms around her neck and pull her in for a hug, she hesitates for a second, but tightly wraps her arms around your waist. You place on hand on the back of her head and hold her close.

"I don't want to pretend anymore." She whispers into your ear as you hold each other.

"Me either." You whisper back. "I feel like I stopped pretending hours ago. I just didn't know that you- I'm so sorry."

"I stopped pretending after that first kiss."

You pull back and look into her eyes.

"I thought I was crazy, that I thought there was- I just told myself it was nerves."

She shakes her head, you wipe away a few more tears and hold her face in your hand. You see sadness and fear in her eyes, neither of you expected this to happen when you agreed to come here as fake girlfriends.

You pull her into you and kiss her, you feel her wrap one had around your waist and the other slides up your shoulder blades as you hold her face. Her lips salty from her tears, you gently lick her bottom lip and she opens just enough for your tongue to slide in. She caresses your tongue with hers and kisses you harder, you've never felt so connected to someone else when you kissed them. She pulls away, the tears on her face dried, you look into her eyes and the fear and sadness is gone. You let out a sigh of relief and notice that a lot of the people around you stopped and watched. You feel your cheeks get red and Rebecca whispers into your ear

"Come with me."

She grabs your hand and leads you away without saying another word. She takes you outside and brings you to her car in the carpark. She opens the back door and gets in and pulls you in after her. You shut the door, as soon as you turn to face her she kisses you again. She pulls away, holding your face in her hands and looks into your eyes.

"We needed to talk without anyone else around. And I just needed to know that it wasn't-"

"It wasn't." You say, looking back into her eyes.

"I can't pretend that I like you, not when I care about you so much. I'm so sorry I got upset but watching you dance with him, it did something to me that I wasn't expecting and it terrified me."

"I don't want to pretend anymore either, I thought I was crazy for thinking that there was something between us after that first kiss so I had to convince myself it was just nerves. But I kept forgetting we were pretending, it felt so real. I wanted it to be real."

Rebecca pulls you into her and your lips meet again, the sparks more intense now than they have ever been. She pulls you into her lap and you straddle her in the backseat of her car. She gently digs her nails into you as she grabs handfuls of your dress, you slide one hand to the back of her head, you run your fingers through her soft blond hair and hold onto it. You feel your heartbeats become one as your tongues explore each others mouths. Small moans escape as both of you gasp for air between kisses, the moment becomes more and more intense the longer you kiss.

The kiss slows as you both hold each other close, both of you panting trying to catch your breath. You feel her soft lips brush against yours, her eyelashes gently caressing your cheek when she closes her eyes. You feel her warm breath on your face, she loosens her grip on you but still firmly holds onto your hips. You pull back and look into her eyes, glimmering in the dimly lit carpark and you can't help but smile as you look at her for a minute.

"So, no more pretending." You say breaking the silence. "It's for real this time, right?"

She gently kisses you again and looks into your eyes.

"Right."

You kiss her once more before you get out of the car. You two walk hand-in-hand back into the restaurant and reclaim your seats at the bar.

"Is everything okay?" Callie slides up next to you and quietly asks.

"Yeah, everything is fine." You say back.

"Are you sure? Because it didn't look fine five minutes ago." She glances over at Rebecca.

"Yes, it was just a misunderstanding, but we got it sorted, I promise. Everything is good now, probably better than it was before honestly." You say with a smile.

"Okay, just wanted to make sure."

You give her a hug and turn your attention back to Rebecca. You grab her hand and kiss the back of it, holding it against your cheek. She smiles at you and nuzzles into you, a newfound sense of peace washing over you both.

Another slow song comes on and Rebecca's attention is immediately grabbed.

"Oh I love this song!" She says.

You get up out of your chair to guide her to the dance floor, she hesitates for a minute.

"Come on baby, dance with me, just this one." You say with a smile.

She gets up and pulls you into her and kisses you.

"I love hearing you call me that."

You both head to the dance floor, your hand around her waist, hers around yours and your other hands gently clasped together, you sway to the beat of the song. You lay your head on her chest while you move as one and listen to her steady heartbeat. The room around you vanishes as you close your eyes, letting the rhythm guide you. You open your eyes and look up at her, her green eyes shining as the lights reflect off of them. She looks down at you with a smile, looking deeply into your eyes. Before you know it your lips are interlocked, you bring your hands up to her face and she places her hands on your hips. Your lips part and you rest your head against hers, letting the music continue to guide your movements. The song comes to and end and Rebecca gently twirls you and you spin back into her arms, your lips meeting hers once again.

You head back to the bar and close out your tab as the night comes to an end. You say your goodbyes to your friends and you see Brian, he gives you a nod and you return the action. You and Rebecca walk back to the car, hand-in-hand, your fingers interlocked and your arms gently swaying as you walk through the carpark.

You get into the car and she looks over at you.

"So, babe," she says with a smile. "Would you like to come back to my place?"

"I would love to, my beautiful girlfriend."

You both giggle as you lean in for a kiss. Rebecca puts the car in drive and pulls away.

Walking into the restaurant tonight, you never would have guessed that this is how your night would end, but you're more than happy about it.

#rebecca welton x reader #hannah waddingham #rebecca welton #rebecca welton fanfic #ted lasso #ted lasso fic #willalove75 #wlw fanfic

[game-set-canet]

could I have cute clingy giggly tipsy Andrey after getting back from celebrating a win? Love your blog

You're on my mind

Pairing: Andrey Rublev x f!reader

category: fluff

warnings: none

Author’s Note: Maybe i had a little too much fun writing this imagine 😂 i hope you like it as much as i do! thank you for your request 💕also: English isn’t my first language, so I’m very sorry for mistakes!

* Y/N = your name * Karen Khachanov has an almost four years old son named David

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It’s almost 1 a.m. when your phone vibrates on the couch table. You suppress a yawn as you try to reach your smartphone without moving too much under the blankie.

It’s a message from Karen. You raise an eyebrow and open his message: »We’re heading back to the hotel. Are you still awake?«

You sit up on the couch and start typing: »You’re already coming back? Did something happen?« and send it together with a second message – the answer to Karen’s question: »Yes, I’m awake. David is asleep since half past seven.«

You volunteered to look after David, so the boys and their teams could go out and celebrate their first double title in 2023. Usually you would join them in their celebration (which are always kinda legendary to be honest) but you have an important paper to write - due to Tuesday – and unfortunately your boss isn’t very patient.

It takes Karen only a few seconds to reply: »Good. We will be back in about 30 minutes and i’ll come and collect my son and you get your wreck back«

»My wreck?!?!«

»Well…Andrey is a bit drunk.«

»A bit?«

»You will see« the symbol under Karen’s name pops from “online” to “offline” and back to “online”, Karen is typing again: »And Andrey begged me for the last 5 minutes to tell you that he really really loves you and insisted that I’m a bad friend if I don’t tell you this.«

You shake your head and sigh: This means your boyfriend is clearly drunk. And a drunken Andrey is really special.

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You just finished collecting all your things (your smartphone, the laptop, some papers from work) when you hear the hotel room door click. In the doorway stand Karen and Andrey - or more precisely: Karen stands and supports Andrey.

“Oh my god, how much did he drink?!”, you whisper-shout – careful not to wake up David who is sleeping in the next room.

“Y/N!”, your boyfriend's face immediately lights up in a bright smile, “Y/N!”

Andrey frees himself from Karen and comes - walking in a surprisingly straight line - towards you to hug you tightly: “I missed you, baby.”

A part of you wants to point out the fact that they were away for only about three and a half hours, the other part of you can’t help but smile against Andrey’s chest while you put your arms around his waist: “Yeah, I missed you too…tell me, how much did you drink?”

“Not much!”, he shakes his head vigorously. You feel him falter because of it, and he would certainly have stumbled if he hadn't held on to you.

You pull a doubtful face and give Karen a questioning look. The older one shrugs: “He is right. He didn’t drink much…definitely less than usual…I don’t know why he acts like that.”

Andrey shoots Karen a uncomprehending glance and hugs you even tighter now: “I just missed her.”

You sigh silently and try to release his arms from you: “Andrey, I need to talk to Karen for a second, okay? Would you please sit down on the couch for a moment?”

At first, it seems like he might want to protest, but then he energetically plops down onto the nearby couch. In the next moment, he wraps his arms around your thighs, burying his face in the fabric of your t-shirt against your stomach, muttering something in Russian you don’t understand.

You blink in surprise before placing your hands on his shoulders – accepting the fact that he seems to be very clingy right now.

Karen leans against the commode next to the door, taking off his shoes but looking at you as you start to speak: “As I already texted you: I put David to bed at half past seven. He ate a bit but didn’t have much appetite.”, while speaking, your fingers automatically start playing with the tips of Andrey's hair. You tilt your head from one side to the other, “And…well, I don’t know…maybe David gets a cold or something? He was very sleepy the whole evening and got a bit cold?”, by now, your hand is running through Andrey's hair.

“Yeah, I’m afraid you’re right. I thought the same when he didn’t want to get up in the morning…well, we will see.”, Karen sighs loudly before he smiles at you, “Thank you for looking after David, Y/N.”

You return his smile and wave your hand in a dismissive gesture: “No need to thank me! He was really well-behaved - as always. And I even managed to finish my work, which I just need to submit tomorrow.”

Andrey murmurs softly, disapproving the fact that you stopped stroking his hair.

“Good good”, Karen nods down to Andrey, asking half-joking half-seriously: “Should I help you putting him to bed in return?”

You suppress a laugh: “No, I think we are fine…I text you if I need any help.”

*** *** *** *** *** ***

Against your assumption, it's quite easy to get Andrey out of Karen’s hotel room.

He has his fingers intertwined with yours, holding your hand as you wait for the elevator. Andrey's hotel room is just one floor down but leading him through the staircase in his condition seems unnecessarily risky to you.

The elevator doors are closing behind you, when Andrey squeezes your hand and beams at you: “Y/N, I love you!”

You chuckle softly and nod as you press the button for the sixth floor: “Yeah, you already said that 30 seconds ago and a minute before and before and before.”

Suddenly Andrey is standing right in front of you: “Yes…but I love you a lot, so I have to say it many many many times.”, he bends his head and covers your face with lots of little kisses.

“I see.”, you can’t help but start laughing while you stroke his left cheek with your hand.

With a soft ding, the elevator doors open on the lower floor, but Andrey doesn't move - a deep crease forms between Andrey's eyebrows as he furrows his brow: “Don’t you love me?”

You look at him with wide eyes, completely confused: “Of course I love you, why are you asking this?!”

“Because you didn’t say it back.”, he pouts, reminding you of a little puppy being denied a treat now.

You close your eyes for a second: “Andrey, I said it back the first five times.”

"Yes, but don't you love me the sixth time?"

“I love you more than I can put into words, okay?”

“Okay.” he nods, beaming again.

Luckly your hotel room is only a few steps away. You are searching in your handbag for the key card, which is a bit complicated because you can only use one hand since Andrey refuses to let go of your other hand.

The door unlocks with a soft click and while you are fumble for the light switch, Andrey starts speaking again: “Y/N, I lov-“

“Andrey!”

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You guide Andrey to your bedroom, decided to skip teeth brushing and all the other things since it’s already half past two and you are supposed to be at the airport at ten a.m..

Sleep is definitely more important now.

“Andrey, honey, can you please take off the clothes?”, you ask while throwing your handbag on the suitcase and unlocking your phone to set the alarm.

You are completely focused on your smartphone, so you don’t notice Andrey stepping in front of you. Suddenly you feel his hands fumbling at the buttons of your blouse.

You lift your head and stare at him: “What the hell are you doing?!”

“You asked me to take off the clothes!”, your boyfriend giggles while continuing to open the buttons – or rather tries to because his fingers are way too uncoordinated for it.

“No!”, you look at him with disbelief, “I asked you to take off YOUR clothes!”

“No, you just said ‘the clothes’”, his giggling turns into laughter.

“Fine, Andrey, honey, can you please take off YOUR clothes?”

“No.”, he replies giggling.

“No? Why not?”

He looks you deep in the eyes, his grin has something suggestive: “It’s much more fun when you do it.”

You raise an eyebrow, giving him a serious look: “Andrey, take off your clothes and go to bed!”

“No, you have to do it!”

“Andrey. Take. Off. Your. Clothes.”

“No, you have to do it!”

Your voice has a sharp undertone: “Andrey! It’s almost two a.m. Please we have go to bed, we have to get up in a few hours, I’m tired!”

“I’m sorry, Y/N. I don’t want to be annoying!”, hesitantly he reaches for your hand, “Please don’t be angry with me!”, suddenly the puppy-expression is back on Andrey’s face.  

Your facial expression softens, and you give his hand a soft squeeze: “I’m not angry, Andrey. I’m just tired, okay?”

He doesn’t say anything, just nods slowly before letting go of your hand and pulling the sweater over his head.

It took Andrey only three tries to open his belt and after another five minutes he’s finally lying next to you in bed.

Although it’s dark in the bedroom you can feel Andrey’s eyes on you.

You know what he is about to say something but this time you are faster: “Andrey, I love you.”

You move closer to him and put his head on his chest.

“I love you too, Y/N.”, you can almost hear his bright smile.

And a drunken Andrey is really special. And you love him.

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#Andrey Rublev x reader #Andrey Rublev x you #Andrey Rublev imagine #Andrey Rublev fanfic #Andrey Rublev fic #tennis imagine #mira's imagine #my writing #my imagine #tennis imagines #tennis fic #tennis fics #tennis fanfic #tennis fanfics #tennis fanfiction #tennis fanfictions

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hi!!! i'm a sucker for single mom!yn fics so what if i love you too much was such an amazing read! thank you for writing and sharing it 🥺 idk if ur requests are still open so if it's closed, feel free to ignore this! may i request a wiilytm drabble where it's jk who's a bit insecure this time? maybe yn has been hanging out with a dad from zac's school/playgroup lately bc they bond over their shared struggles of being a single parent? no pressure tho 😅👉👈 tysm!!

Of course you can request! Thanks for reading and requesting, happy to know you enjoyed :)

Word count: 830

Warnings: Jungkook is insecure this time, think that's it..?

“Hey, Charlie.”

Jungkook looks up from his phone to see the man who must be Charlie waving at you. When his eyes go to you, you’re gently smiling at the man. You don’t look at Jungkook, he assumes you must not realise he’s looking at you.

He goes back to his phone, finishes typing the message before pressing send. There’s a weird feeling in his chest when he slips his phone away and realises the man’s now stood a lot closer.

“I never said thanks for that recipe,” he says, eyes solely on you. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen Luke eat so many veggies before.”

Your face lights up at the news. “I’m so happy it helped. I have more if you want them?”

“Yeah, I’d love that. Text them over?”

“Sure.”

“And how’s Zac’s sleeping now? Any better?”

There’s a frown between Jungkook’s eyes as he looks at you. Still focused on the man you don’t see Jungkook’s concern. But that’s what he feels because you’d not told him Zac was struggling to sleep.

“It’s better,” you tell the man. “Still waking up at 5, which is killer.”

“Oh, I remember,” you both share a knowing laugh, something Jungkook can’t join in on.

“I manage to persuade him into my bed for an extra hour most mornings though.”

The man, Charlie nods and then flicks his eyes to Jungkook as if only just realising he’s stood there. You follow his line of sight as if wondering what caused the expression.

“Oh, sorry,” you laugh, Jungkook’s not sure if you’re apologising to him or Charlie. “This is Jungkook.”

“Oh,” Charlie extends a hand that Jungkook grasps in a brief shake. “Does your child go here too?”

Jungkook doesn’t have time to even feel embarrassed let alone respond as you’re giving an awkward laugh on his behalf. Dropping Charlies hand the frown returns to his face as he looks at you.

“Jungkook’s just here to help me with the school run.”

Charlies eyes flash between the two of you before he makes a noise of understanding, his eyes lighting up in the process. “Still to learn the joys of children then?”

“Something like that,” Jungkook tries for the same light tone Charlie uses but it comes out as more of a grumble. He doesn’t miss the confused look you shoot him.

“Well I’ll leave you to it. They’ll be out any minute I’m sure,” he starts to twist to go. “Nice to meet you Jungkook. And Y/N, don’t forget those recipes.”

You barely nod at him, your focus now on Jungkook. The roles reversed, Jungkook is now the one staring off after Charlie, trying to hide his emotions.

It’s not that he’s jealous, at least not in the way people might assume. No, he feels jealous of your shared situation. Charlie can talk to you about something that Jungkook could only pretend to relate to. Because he may have a basic understanding of what it is to have a child but dating you has only made him realise how little he understood. Children are a full-time job, there’s joy there but there’s also so much work and hardship.

He's jealous of Charlie being able to so easily talk to you about it. He’s jealous that you told Charlie about Zac struggling to sleep and yet he had no idea.

He hates that you might be holding things back from him. Hates that you might not want to worry him with things or be protecting him from some of the hardships.

A warm hand slips into his, drawing his attention from the near distance to you.

“Zac’s going to be so excited to see you,” you say softly.

He hates the concern on your face that’s been caused by him. He tries to soften his own features if only to try and lessen your worries. It doesn’t seem to help.

“Charlie’s just another dad. He’s a single parent too and we met at one of the –”

A soft squeeze of your hand is all it takes to get you to stop talking.

“Zac’s struggling to sleep?”

Your shoulders visibly relax in understanding. “He’s better now.”

“But he was struggling?” The questions rhetorical but you still nod your head a little. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“It was before we were serious,” there’s a small pause and then you’re filling the silence. “Plus, it’s nothing. I don’t want to worry you.”

“I know. And you don’t have to tell me everything, but I also want to know everything,” he lifts a hand to your cheek, not caring that you’re stood in a nursery playground as he gently touches your lips with his. “I want to know all the small bits if you want to tell me them.”

You nod again, smaller than before with your heads so close. Your lips curve at the edges as you lean in for one last kiss before fully pulling away. It’s confirmation enough to make Jungkook’s heart a little lighter.

#jungkook fic #WIILYTM request #ask

[legolasghosty]

I love all the celebrity fake dating prompts! So hard to choose just one but how about for willex, the prompt: wearing each others clothes publicly to 'keep up the image'

And reason: To tick off a certain group that has been being jerks lately. (My brain instinctively thought to piss off the homophobes and stick it to the “fans” who refuse to believe that he is gay, but that is optional!)

- @beencryingfor25years

Hehehehe hello @beencryingfor25years, thanks for the prompt!!! The holidays have been a little nuts, so sorry for the delay, but here it is!!!

"Are you sure this is a good idea?" Alex asks, bracing the phone between his cheek and his shoulder so his hands are free.

"Duh," Willie answers on the other end of the call. "This is like dating 101. Honestly, it would be more suspicious if we didn't."

"But this looks ridiculous on me," Alex insists, tugging at the fabric that keeps brushing against his abdomen.

Willie laughs and Alex is glad it's not a video call. At least this way Willie can't see how Alex's cheeks are warming at the sound. Why did he decide to do this again?

"You're just not used to it," Willie responds. "Shoot me a picture, I'm sure it looks fine. Or just ask Julie, she'll smack some sense into you."

Alex sighs. "Fine, one second," he says. He removes the phone from his ear and flips over to the camera. It only takes a moment to snap a photo of his reflection, but that's a moment longer than Alex wants to be looking at himself. "There, happy?" he asks after he sends it.

There isn't a response at first. Oh no, Alex thinks. It must be just as bad as he thinks and Willie is trying to figure out how to tell him without being rude, because that's the kind of sweet person they are. But honestly, the tan and blue shirt that looks so nice on them just doesn't suit Alex as well. It's so awkward, even with the high waisted jeans Julie told him to wear with it.

"Alex, you look amazing," Willie says finally. Something in his tone sounds odd though, but not like he's lying. Alex can't put his finger on it. But it's definitely something.

"You sure?" he questions instead of pointing it out. "You can tell me if it looks bad, I won't be offended or anything."

"No seriously, dude, you look great!" Willie exclaims. Alex can almost picture their wide grin and the sparkle in their eyes when they're hyping him up for stuff. "Honestly, you look better in it than I do."

"That's a stretch," Alex responds, chuckling. "But fine. And fair's fair, now you gotta show me yours."

Willie giggles and Alex feels his heart speeding up again. Honestly, he should have asked someone less... incredible than Willie to be his fake boyfriend. Because this has only brought them closer together, and curse Alex and his everlasting curse of falling for guys that are totally out of his league.

But honestly, how could anyone not fall for Willie, at least a bit. He's funny and sweet and has a mischievous streak that terrifies and excites Alex in equal parts. Plus the fact that they're basically the prettiest person Alex has ever met. And the two of them have a lot in common, despite the fact that Alex is a pop-rock drummer and Willie is a gaming streamer. Even though they've been sort of friends for almost a year after a rather awkward run in at a convention, and pretend dating for just over two months, they still haven't run out of things to talk about.

So yeah, Alex has maybe developed a crush on his fake boyfriend. Which is a problem.

His phone buzzes in his hand, pulling him out of his head.

"There ya go, hotdog," Willie says.

Alex opens the message and... okay he is not having feelings about Willie in his favorite pink hoodie. He isn't. But Willie took more than a second on his picture. The selfie shows Willie in their gaming chair, dark hair loose around their shoulders, his legs pulled up and crossed even though the arms of the chair get in the way. And the light pink fabric of the hoodie in question is covering his torso in a way that is entirely too attractive for something that Alex has worn to bed a million times. Alex is 99% sure that if he actually walked in on Willie wearing that in person, he wouldn't be able to resist the urge to kiss them.

"Well?" Willie asks. "How do I look?"

Alex clears his throat, suddenly realizing how long he's been staring at the photo. "Um, it looks great, very, uh, boyfriend-y."

"Well this hoodie does seem to be made of boyfriend material," Willie teases after a second. "Gonna piss off some homophobes for sure."

"Perfect," Alex responds, laughing. "I mean, what's the point in this if we don't?" Which is something he has to remember himself...

"Alex, we gotta get going!" Reggie calls from outside of Alex's bedroom. "Quit flirting with your faux-boo and let's go!"

"One sec," Alex yells back. "Sorry, I've got to go," he says into the phone. "Content Day calls."

"Yeah I gotta prep for stream in a few anyways," Willie sighs. "But good luck!"

"You too, I'll hop on to watch for a bit if I have a break," Alex promises.

"You spoil me, baby," Willie responds. "Talk to you later!"

"Bye, Willie," Alex answers, ignoring the flush in his cheeks at the pet name as he disconnects the call.

Reggie gives him a smirk when he joins the rest of the band in the living room of their apartment, but Alex just shakes his head. Now is not the time to talk about his crush. They pile into Alex's van and head for their favorite cafe.

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A few hours later, Alex has almost managed to put the image of Willie in his hoodie out of his mind. But he has a minute to himself while Luke and Reggie are filming a little studio tour, so he pulls up Willie's stream on his phone. And... well. Yeah.

Alex.exe has stopped working.

Willie is playing some new farming sim at the moment and getting hopelessly lost on the map. He's laughing at the conflicting directions he's getting from the chat and Alex wants to be there beside him, enjoying that rush of joy in person.

Willie must recognize his username on the chat log, because he breaks off midsentence. "Hey, Lexi, you're here! Everyone, my boyfriend has decided to grace us with his presence for a few minutes, be nice."

The chat immediately goes wild and Alex can't help but laugh at some of the comments. He types out a quick hello message, then adds that he probably can't stay long.

"No worries, babe, I know you have your big fancy music job to do," Willie responds. "But I'm glad you're here. Anyways, does anyone know where I can find the blacksmith?!"

"You should talk to him."

Alex nearly falls off his chair onto the floor at the voice just behind him. He turns to see Julie looking down at him with a bit of a smirk, two bottles of water in her hands.

"What?" he says, trying to remember if he's forgetting some content thing.

"Willie," she clarifies. "It's pretty obvious you like him for real, and it sure looks to me like he likes you too."

"What, no, they're like..." Alex stammers. "I mean, Willie is way out of my league. He doesn't like me like that. It would just make things weird."

"Please, you're like a solid 10," Julie responds, smacking him on the shoulder with one of the bottles. "And they have a massive crush on you, it's so obvious."

"Their a good actor," Alex points out with a shrug. "It's a fake relationship, we're supposed to look like we're in love."

"Okay but you also stay up way too late texting," Julie counters. "And he knows your allergies even better than Luke, who has known you since before you knew about all of said allergies. You two have memorized each others' coffee orders, sensory icks, and medication schedules. I'm pretty sure he likes you back."

Alex sighs. When she puts it like that, it seems so simple. But...

"Don't give me that look," Julie adds. "Just talk to them."

"Fine," Alex groans. "I'll try."

"Andddd, here, in his natural habitat, we have the elusive drummer boy," Luke cuts in, bursting through the green room door with Reggie on his heels with the camera.

Alex heaves a more dramatic sigh. "Sue me for wanting a break from you weirdos," he teases, taking the water Julie offers him. "Are you almost done?"

"Just about!" Reggie answers.

"Then I'm going to go check my sticks," Alex tells them, disconnecting from the stream on his phone and heading for the studio.

He has to admit he's a bit distracted for the rest of the day though. Does Willie actually like him back? Is that even possible?

Only one way to find out, he decides during dinner.

#legolas tag #julie and the phantoms #legolas answers asks #jatp #jatp fanfic #willex #alex mercer #willie jatp #fake dating #look they're idiots #but they're in love #and they'll sort themselves out #also they are both fully gay panicking over the other in their clothes #in case that wasn't obvious #Alex goes over to Willie's the next day and admits his crush #Willie is a bit startled #cause they're both oblivious idiots #but then they talk it out and get together for real #and have to celebrate 2 anniversaries forever #one public and one private #cause most people think they started dating like 3 months earlier than they actually did

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House of the Dragon Incorrect Quotes

Masterlist / Masterlist Part 2

Dividers Used: Link Starring: Daemon Targaryen & Freyja Skjaldmeyjar-Targaryen [Female Reader]

Freyja: Go fuck yourself. Daemon, smugly: Sure, but only if you watch

Freyja: What’s your body count? Daemon: Do you mean sex or murder?

Daemon: As top in this relationship, I think we should- Freyja: I can't believe you're pulling rank on me.

Daemon: Freyja, what do you call people you go out with but don’t try to sleep with? Freyja: …People?

Daemon: Stop doing that. Freyja: Stop doing what? Daemon: Saying things that make me wanna kiss the hell out of you.

Freyja: What happened to your nose? Daemon: I used it to break some guy's fist.

Freyja: I feel like doing something stupid. Daemon: I’m stupid, do me.

[Incorrect Quotes Modern AU] Daemon: This date is boring! Freyja: This isn't a date. I said I was going to the store. Daemon: Then why did you invite me? Freyja: I didn't, I specifically said "don't come with me," then you said, "fuck you Freyja I'll do whatever I want! ---------------------------------------------

Freyja: Daemon, you're my best friend. Daemon: Best friend? BEST friend?! Bitch, I'm your only friend. Daemon: I'M THE ONLY ONE CAPABLE OF TOLERATING YOUR DUMB ASS!

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Freyja: How would you like your coffee? Daemon: As dark and as bitter as my soul. Freyja, shouting to someone behind the counter: I need one vanilla latte with extra cream and sugar!

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Freyja: I like your new pants! Daemon: Thanks, they were 50 off! Freyja: I’d like them better if they were 100 off. winks Daemon: The store can’t just give away clothes for free. Freyja: That’s… not what I meant. Daemon: That’s a terrible way to run a business, Freyja.

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Daemon: If it’s any consolation, they got me here on a very misleading text message. Freyja: Technically, you are about to be screwed in the biology room.

Freyja: Do you think sex without love is a sin? Daemon: If it is, I’ll see you in hell.

Freyja: Guys, there’s a monster under my bed and it’s really ugly. Daemon, on the bottom bunk: Honestly, fuck you.

Freyja: Do it coward, you won't.

Freyja: Daemon and I are no longer dating. Daemon: Freyja, that’s a horrible way of telling people we’re married.

Freyja: banging a pen on the table out of frustration Daemon: Stop that. How would YOU feel if I banged you on the table? Freyja: I— Freyja: I don’t know the correct answer to that question.

Daemon: Kill him. Freyja: This is the kind of quality advice I look for.

Freyja: Just say when. Daemon: When. Freyja: I- Freyja: Now or later? Daemon: Oh.

Freyja: Daemon, I don’t think I can handle any more of your tomfuckery. Daemon: Oh yeah? Well I can keep going until you’re all tomfuckered out!

Freyja: I’m sorry for being annoying. Freyja: It will happen again.

Freyja: Daemon taught me to think before I act. Freyja: …So if I smack the shit out of you, rest assured that I thought about it and am confident in my decision.

Daemon: Sorry I’m late, I was doing things. Freyja: Hi, I’m ‘things’.

Freyja: Hey, wanna take a shower with me? Daemon: I have a gun in that nightstand beside the bed. If I ever say no to that question, I want you to take it out and shoot me because I’ve obviously gone crazy.

#House of the Dragon #house of the dragon #Daemon Targaryen #daemon targeryan #House of the Dragon Incorrect Quotes #house of the dragon incorrect quotes #daemon targaryen x reader #daemon targaryen x female reader #daemon targaryen x fem! reader #daemon targaryen x f! reader #female reader #fem reader #fem! reader #Freyja Skjaldmeyjar [female reader] #Freyja Skjaldmeyjar [fem reader] #Freyja Skjaldmeyjar [f! reader] #Freyja Skjaldmeyjar [ oc insert] #oc insert #reader insert

[pod-together]

Pod-Together Day 3 Reveals 2023

The Yiling Lightbringer and the Shadow Patriarch | 闪电君 和 防光老祖 (陈情令 | The Untamed (TV), 魔道祖师 - 墨香铜臭 | Módào Zǔshī - Mòxiāng Tóngxiù) written by harborshore, performed by jennisaisquoi Summary: The year is 3023, and the cultivation world went to war to stop the Wen clan from taking over the planet. A year after the war ended, Wei Wuxian is running a free health clinic for the war victims of Yiling with Wen Qing. They're hiding from the Jin, who take exception to people giving away health care for free. They're also not big fans of the new electrical grid Wei Wuxian has invented, especially because he's not charging for that either. Then Yiling starts buzzing about a new cultivator dressed in black, working with resentful energy and scaring the Jins. But it's not Wei Wuxian.

Revenge Is A Powerful Spell (Buffy the Vampire Slayer (TV)) written by flipflop_diva, performed by GhostCwtch Summary: The beeping of the machines sounded like a countdown, but a countdown to what? The end of the world — again? A happily ever after? The tension in the room was palpable, like any sudden movement could either shatter it forever or send the world spinning out of control. And no one wanted to be the reason for that. So none of them moved. Nor spoke. Nor did anything but stare — at the floor, at the machines, at Tara. -- An AU starting from Season 6, Episode 19, "Seeing Red." The canon that should have been.

all eyes on me (Men's Hockey RPF) written by LizzieMack, performed by nony Summary: “You got a lot going on today?” “Job interview,” Tim says. It’s technically true. “Oh, yeah?” the guy asks, eyebrows raised halfway to his hairline. “That’s cool.” Tim shrugs. He can’t shake the feeling that the guy somehow knows what he’s here for. People come to hotels for all kinds of reasons. He’s pretty sure there’s a business expo or something going on at this one; he keeps seeing guys in suits. There’s really no way for anyone to guess that Tim is here for a porn shoot.

a false start (McGillicuddy And Murder's Pawn Shop (Podcast)) written by Koschei_B, performed by Rosemarycat5 Summary: Maude does join Night Enthusiasts. It still doesn't go well for them. Some things don't matter, because others never change.

Tied to a Dream I Can Barely Remember (Star Wars Prequel Trilogy, Star Wars: Clone Wars (2003) - All Media Types) written by litra, performed by Juulna Summary: Soulmates dream of each other, but not Obi-Wan. Not until he's lost so much and given up on it. Cody dreams of the outside, of someone who is haunted by the dark.

Collapsing Under My Dreams (Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types, Star Wars Prequel Trilogy, Star Wars - All Media Types) written by EustaciaVye, performed by AsterRoc Summary: After crash-landing on an uncharted planet, an injured Obi-Wan learns Ventress has a very different perspective of the Jedi Order’s peacekeeping activities.

Radio Killed the Semaphore Star [text, audio] (Discworld - Terry Pratchett) written by SweetPollyOliver, performed by semperfiona Summary: In 1895 on Roundworld, the inventor Guglielmo Marconi invented the wireless telegraph, which used radio waves—a form of electromagnetic radiation that is outside the visible spectrum—to transmit messages from a sending operator to a radio receiver. But, like the invention of bread*, few truly good wheezes are only thought of once, and so in the early 2000s UC on Discworld, Liam Macaroni invented a similar device that used a different form of electromagnetic radiation: octarine. And, due to the preponderance of narrativium on Discworld, radio got around to audio transmission, rather than being confined to the old dots and dashes routine, quite a bit more promptly than it did on Roundworld. *And brewing.

The Outlaws’ Guide to Parenting (DCU) created by Flowerparrish, kbirb, and Opalsong Summary: Roy: so you know how I had that fling with Chershire for a month or two a couple years ago? Roy: apparently the condom broke Kori: You have a child! Jason: of fucking course we're keeping her

Provision (9-1-1 (TV)) written by domarzione, performed by blackglass Summary: ( noun) The providing or supplying of something, especially of food or other necessities Michael and Bobby, figuring out their places in relation to each other, to Athena, and to the world.

The Care And Feeding Of Poorly Warlocks [text, audio] (Shadowhunters (TV)) written by mansikka, performed by ToughPaperRound Summary: Alec's second day of being home starts with a sneeze so violent that it forces all of the feathers from their comforter and pillows. "Not to worry," Magnus says cheerfully, magicking all the feathers away and replacing the bedding with a simple flourish. There must be dust in the air along with those feathers, because Alec then starts coughing, and in the process manages to summon a hairdryer, a pair of shorts, and a single, freshly boiled egg. In which, Alec gets his first warlock flu and his magic makes it everybody's problem.

Shepard's No One Fan (Mass Effect - All Media Types, Mass Effect Trilogy) written by ThreeWhiskeyLunch, performed by Djapchan Summary: During the events of Mass Effect 1, Conrad Verner starts up a WeeView channel. What starts out as a fangirl-for-Shepard channel turns into something much else during the events of Saren and the Geth's invasion of the Citadel.

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[happi-tree]

well. obligatory normscary ask. but as a back up if youve already gotten one of those - figayda beloveds

Hihihihi Travvy hope you're having a wonderful day!!! 🧡🧡🧡Now. OBLIGATORY NORMSCARY ANSWER. And also a Figayda answer bc I love them also!

Normscary: Ship It (💙💜) / Don't Ship It

What made you ship it?

Um. Blinks at you. Points at you. Ssdbghsbfkbsbhbs at first I didn't ship it at all bc I was so very into Oakworthy and whatever Scary/Erica/Margarita have going on in my brain, respectively, but your insistence paid off and also multishipping is beautiful forever <333 And then this all happened to coincide with certain events in canon and I was like. Okay yeah. Yeah I get it now.

What are your favorite things about the ship?

Speaking of canon events! I really, really, really like how these two have grown to foil and parallel each other in SO many interesting ways. Which personally adds more fuel to the shipping fire for me! Very two-sides-of-the-same-coin meets opposites-attract imo. Like I said with Cheerkicks, they both have a lot more in common than I think they're really aware of, if that makes sense!

Is there an unpopular opinion you have on your ship?

I don't think so! I just think they should kiss. I also really enjoy them as being part of a polywagon situation or as Marloakworthy <333

Figayda: Ship It (❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥) / Don't Ship It

What made you ship it?

This feels like too easy of an answer, but Sophomore Year! I remember scrolling through Fantasy High fics on ao3 after finishing Freshman Year and being like ??? Oh there's someone related to Aguefort??? And they're popularly shipped with Fig, of all people??? Huh. Guess it must be a SY thing. Smash cut to me giggling and kicking my feet upon getting introduced to Ayda and being absolutely overjoyed bc the only thing I could think about was "oh this ship is going to be so cute isn't it I'm going to be feeling like this abt them constantly???" And I was right!!!

What are your favorite things about the ship?

Truly just the. Unlikeliness of it all. Cloistered wizard pirate harpy lady falling hard for the rock n roll wild child tiefling bard with a heart of gold,,, and then said bard being such a bisexual mess about her own feelings in response. The panicked "I kiss her and then I skateboard away!!!" lives Rent Fucking Free in my brain at all times. Also Emily and Brennan portray their relationship so beautifully??? Like truly they had me tearing up at multiple points. I think Fig and Ayda both work very hard to understand each other and communicate properly and that earnest aspect of it combined with all the giddy fluffy high school romance stuff is like kryptonite to me. Congrats you two that's almost the best anyone has ever done it!!!

Is there an unpopular opinion you have on your ship?

Honestly??? I don't think I've poked around in the d20/Fantasy High fandoms enough to know what is and isn't a popular opinion about them. So I'm gonna echo what I said for Normscary: I just want them to kiss!!! And cuddle. And be cute. Forever <333

Bonus: some live reaction screenshots of me reacting to figayda. That you have already seen. Bc I was talking to you afvashvfhksvfs. But I felt that they should also be immortalized here bc I have not been Visibly Insane abt them much online (yet) (if something bad happens to them in Junior Year I will never recover) <3

Text descriptions under the cut!

[Image 1: A Discord message from "happi-v". It reads "Travis. Travis HELP I’m watching ep 12 of sophomore year and I’m barely containing the urge to yell with excitement" "I can’t believe AYDA was the one to shoot her shot first you go you funky little autistic phoenix girl!!!"]

[Image 2: A Discord message from "happi-v". It reads "YEAH (keysmash)" "I just pressed play again just to pause almost immediately and bang my hand on the table. They’re so fucking CUTE travvy"]

[Image 2: A Discord message from "happi-v". It reads "It was so funny bc I was scrolling through ao3 after finishing freshman year and was just like ??? Oh??? This Ayda person sounds interesting but I don’t know if I’m gonna fall in love with her or anything. And with Fig,,, huh. Okay. I was a FOOL Travvy. A fucking fool. I love Ayda so much"]

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#sorry this took SO long to answer i realized i needed to do some work stuff asfbkajbfjbs #REGARDLESS. NORMSCARY AND FIGAYDA. I AGREE. REBLOG!!! #thanks for the ask travvy!!! #ask game #officialgleamstar #dndads #normscary #d20 #fantasy high #figayda #also i have NO idea if i'm doing the ids correctly but tumblr was not letting me alt text those screenshots so. apologies if it's clunky </

[fluffbeast7]

i found a fake art Channel that's an ARG :) its called ''Snowbird.Rogers''. This post will be about me diving in completely with what i found so far about the channel, if you want to explore it on your own, feel free to skip this!

Im pretty sure this channel is an ARG, the first vid has a weird scene at the end and the second one had all sort of recordings.

The banner has these weird numbers:

2438723490 2947034545 3542524545

and above "snowbrid.rogers" (brid? Not bird like the title?) There's something written in a language i dont understand, but from google translator it means: "what's wrong with zyul?", which I'm assuming is the character or to represent the person posting

i hadn't catched anything wrong with the first video, just at the end that it plays out a video in the dark, i have no idea what it means

in the second video is FILLED with recordings.

''at first, the audio plays of someone trying to call 'Alex', i think it is someone called ''Grim''. They have to record their message (number being 0123456789?)

'' hey alex its Grim, i'm glad to hear that you're back home for the summer. Sorry again that i didn't pick up when you first called, i was- i was busy, but, anyway, uhm, yeah! just glad to hear that you're back, we really need to catch up, its been too long dude. uhm just shoot me a text whenver you're free and, oh, oh- sorry i gotta go again, but, anyway, glad to hear you're back home.''

nothing too weird about the rest of the video then, which comes back with the speedpaint- the channel only has 2 videos, so you'd think that's the end of it? but nope! lets dig in a little bit deeper!

found this at their community tab, but the artwork can also be found at their instagram (which, so far, they only have instagram and youtube.). and loook, A CLUE! we find out that Grim, The one who called Alex, is also an artist and interacts with the person who owns the channel from time to time! and yes, the person who owns the channel is alex, Grim confirms it on their instagram

so.. we know alex has been away, and is coming back from college for summer, (it's mentioned a few times on their instagram)

Don't think i didn't see the link! :D i was just pointing out sum details haha

this is the link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u_vSRk84CWI

and it leads you to this vid!

let's look at the title first, i put it in a morse code translator and it said ''CANARY'', in the video, a bird is singing, and the video does not fail to point that out-

''The canaries are most often associated with happiness, compassion, and the ability to help others through a hard time. They can sometimes come into our lives to remind us of what is important and to keep our optimism in times of sadness.''

I think this video is about Grim and Alex talking to each other, i wrote in what they said but i will put here the most important parts (for me at least)

''you know about the kidnapping that happened a couple years ago in the woods that weren't far away'' (this doesnt have a continuation but its interesting)

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''you're lucky enough to see me Outdoors, it's taken me so long to get that far, so yeah''

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''I've told you about how Robin's been acting lately right? she just did a whole jerk about the whole thing I I don't know why and I don't know if it's gotten into her, it, it's just weird I-''

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''don't sound like her from what you were saying'' ''I know that's why I'm so shocked, it's like I don't know what happened and I am I don't know I'm worried but I don't know at the same time I I just could be''

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robin is a new character here, but we dont know much abut her.

this is pretty much all i got, Alex posted on the community tab about getting a new social media account but they haven't shared it yet

#arg #very interesting stuff

[leiawritesstories]

I had an idea for a Rowaelin prompt: Aelin gathers the courage to give her number to a very handsome stranger -who then messages her telling he's gay, but it was super cool that Aelin had the guts to give her number. He also has a super hot brother, who just happens to be single and he could give the brother's number to Aelin.

She then messages the brother, they start chatting and do end up on a date - and he does not disappoint, for the pine green eyes, silver hair and a body to die for are even better than what she could've hoped for

hi anon!! I love this so much hehehehe

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Enda’s Single Brother

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Maybe it was the liquid courage. 

Maybe it was that she hadn’t gotten laid in seven months. 

Or maybe it was just sheer Aelin Galathynius Confidence™ that made her strut across the crowded pub and approach the tall, handsome guy leaning against the bar, purposely tripping a little to bump into him. 

“God, I’m so sorry,” she apologized, righting herself against the bar top. 

“It’s not a problem,” the guy replied, grinning at her. Yeah, he was cute. “My name’s Endymion, but everyone calls me Enda.” 

“Nice to meet you, Enda.” She shook his hand warmly. “I’m Aelin.” 

She chatted casually with Enda for a few minutes, breaking off when Elide waved at her from the table. “Shoot, my friend’s waving frantically at me, I should go see what she wants.” 

“Nice meeting you, Aelin,” Enda grinned. 

“You too.” Aelin loosed a short huff. Then she scribbled her number down on a napkin and slid the flimsy paper over to him. “I don’t want to seem pushy, but here’s my number, I’d love to keep talking.” She left before her face could erupt into flames. 

“You did it!” Elide whisper-screeched when she got back to the table, blushing a little. 

“Yeah,” Aelin agreed. “Yeah, I did.” 

“You go, girl!” Lys slapped her a high five. “Look at you, all grown up and getting hot guys to notice you.” 

“Bitch,” Aelin laughed. But she was proud of herself. 

~

Enda texted her after she got home, the message pinging on her phone. She glanced at the screen. 

>Hey, it’s Enda! 

<Hey Enda! This is Aelin

>Oh good, it worked :) 

<Glad it did 

>Okay 

>I have to admit something...

<Yeah? Go ahead!

>I...um...

>First let me say I’m really quite honored you gave me your number

>But I have to be honest, I’m gay

Well. That was not what she was expecting. 

<You should know that doesn’t make me think any less of you

>Haha thanks I just had to tell you

>Because you’re really nice and I didn’t want to ghost you

<You’re so sweet

<And it’s okay, I’m not disappointed or anything. If you have a boyfriend, though, please tell him I wasn’t trying to steal you :)

>Hahahaa actually I’m single...and so is my brother. 

>Who’s not gay.

>And is available

Aelin blinked at her phone screen. 

<Damn. I have to admit I wasn’t expecting you to offer him up

>Hey, he’s been single and grumpy for too long, he needs to go out

>Want me to send you his number? 

<...

<You know what, sure

<Why not? There’s nothing to lose

Enda texted her another number and a smiley face. 

>Just warn me when he brings you home, okay? 

<Oh my god, you little matchmaker

>That’s me ;)

Aelin heaved a deep breath as she stared at the number Enda sent her. Really, what did she have to lose? 

Nothing. 

So she added the number to her contacts as “Enda’s Single Brother” and drafted a quick introductory message. She didn’t want to send it right away, she’d rather give Enda some time to tell his brother about the woman he’d met at a bar and then given his brother’s number to. At least, she hoped Enda would warn the man he’d given his number to a woman he’d never met. He seemed like the kind of guy who’d do that. 

It took her until the next morning to work up the courage to send the message. 

<Hi, my name’s Aelin and I met your brother at a bar the other day. He seemed to think we’re both too lonely for our own good and apparently wants us to meet. Feel free to ignore this if you’re not interested, but if you are, I’d be happy to meet you. 

The text read “Delivered,” so she put down her phone and went about her Saturday, forcing herself not to think about the guy she’d just randomly texted. A few hours after she’d sent the text, her phone chimed. From Enda’s Single Brother

>Hi Aelin, I’m Rowan. Enda’s been talking about you. I can tell he thinks I’m lonely and need some company, so I can’t really blame him for giving you my number. And honestly, after hearing him sing your praises, I’d like to meet you too. 

She squealed. Actually squealed like a little girl. And then lightly slapped herself for being so giddy over a text from a guy she didn’t even know. 

<Oh thank the gods, I was beginning to think I should throw away my phone for being so forward. 

>Now that’s not necessary. Enda thinks you’re a great woman, not forward at all 

<Your brother’s way too nice. How is he still single? 

>None of us know. He says he’s “waiting for the right guy”

<Sooooo...he’s shy? 

>Pretty much, yeah

>I was serious about wanting to meet you, you know

<When’s a good time for you, then?

<My schedule’s pretty flexible, but like most adults, weekends and evenings work the best

>Okay

>I’m pretty busy during the week, how does next Friday night sound? 

<Sounds perfect

>Great! Can’t wait to meet you

<Me neither

Aelin put down her phone with a happy little grin. She had a date. In a week. And no, none of her friends were going to hear about it. She needed to surprise them somehow. 

~

Friday night, Aelin put the finishing touches on her hair and took a last look in the mirror, flicking imaginary lint off her blouse. Since it was summer, she’d opted for one of her light, sleeveless blouses paired with a denim skirt that hit just above her knees and a pair of strappy sandals. Cute, casual but not underdressed, and modest enough not to send the wrong message. She’d pulled her hair half-up in a loose bun and left the rest down and was wearing only mascara, brow pencil, and lipstick, letting the freckles sprinkled across her face show. 

She checked her phone again, making sure she’d got the location right. Rowan had texted her on and off through the week, just chatting and asking her about her favorite places in the city, as well as working out a place to meet. Eventually, they’d decided on The Staghorns Taphouse, a relatively new place they’d both been to before with friends and family and enjoyed. 

Aelin drove into town with the radio on, pumping herself up so she couldn’t get nervous for this date. It took her about fifteen minutes to get to The Staghorns, then a few more minutes to get a parking spot close by. She hopped out of her car and locked it up before heading towards the entrance, scanning the handful of people entering the place to see if she could find Rowan. He’d told her he looked almost exactly like his brother, so--

There. Silvery hair and bright pine green eyes set against tanned skin, the tall, fit man glanced around much like she was doing, probably looking for her. So she strolled up to him. 

“Rowan?” 

He’d been half-turned away from her when she approached. The bright hue of his eyes seemed almost to glow in the evening sunlight as he offered his hand, lips quirking up at the corners. “That’s me. You must be Aelin.” 

With the trace of accent he had, her name sounded absolutely gorgeous on his tongue. “That I am.” She flashed him a friendly grin. “Shall we? I don’t want to put you off, but I’ve had a bit of a day and I’m rather hungry.” 

He offered her his arm like they were in a period piece. “Let’s get you some food, then.” 

They were seated right away, much to Aelin’s surprise. “I thought the place was usually busier on the weekends,” she mused. 

Rowan flushed a little. “I...may have made reservations.” 

She laughed, squeezing his arm. “How gentlemanly of you.” 

He grinned. “Well, a friend of mine works here on the weekends as a bartender and he told me I should make reservations, so I took his advice.” 

“Ah, yeah I’d trust the employees.” 

They had a few minutes before their server approached, so they took the chance to look over the drink selection so they’d be ready when the younger guy came up to the table, introduced himself, and took their drink order. As they waited for their drinks, they made small chitchat about their day, Aelin’s introduction having provided a good starting point. Over drinks, she learned that Rowan was a sales rep at a tech company and often got what he called the “picky clients” shuffled to him because, as he delicately put it, his boss was a prick. 

“Jackass knows I practically run the department while he sits on his arse and does nothing all day,” Rowan grumbled, sipping at his beer. “Even the CEO knows I keep the place running and she hasn’t had the guts yet to fire Cairn and put someone who cares in his spot.” He sighed. “Sorry, that got a little heavy for a first date.” 

“It’s okay,” Aelin reassured him. “Hell, I have a prick of a boss too, but at least he barely ever leaves his office.” 

“Want to tell me about it?” Rowan saluted her with his drink. “I’ve heard sharing shitty work stories is a sure way to get to know your date.” 

She snickered. “First off, I’m a graphic designer, and I work with a number of big-name brands.” She rattled off a few of her recent clients. “But I swear to the gods, if this client I’m working with right now doesn’t stop breathing down my gods-damned neck, I’m going to eviscerate him.” She took a long pull of her wine. “Sorry to be so...graphic.” At that, she winked broadly. 

Rowan snorted into his beer, laughing despite himself. “That was horrible,” he chortled. 

“But funny,” she grinned. “Anyway. Cheers to shitty clients!” She tapped her glass to his. 

The evening went very well indeed, Aelin thought as she tucked her hand into Rowan’s offered one as they left Staghorns. After both venting about their respective job problems, whatever ice had lingered between them had dissipated, and they’d spent the rest of the evening talking and laughing like they’d know each other for years. And...she really liked Rowan. He was funny, in the dry sort of way that she adored, polite, a perfect gentleman, and, well, his extremely attractive looks were a wonderful bonus. 

“It’s--”

“Can I--” 

They spoke at the same time, breaking off into soft laughter. Rowan gestured at her. “Go ahead, Aelin.” 

“It seems rather forward of me, but I’d love to see you again,” she admitted. 

He grinned. “I was just going to ask the same thing. When are you free again?” 

She checked her calendar on her phone. “Well, I’m planning to work from home nest Thursday, because I do better artistically when I’ve got access to all of my supplies, so that would work.” 

Rowan glanced through his schedule. “I’ve got a half day Thursday.” His eyes twinkled at her. “So...lunch? Dinner? Something else?” 

“I know a great café down by the riverfront; they’ve got this adorable rooftop seating area.” 

“Perfect.” He squeezed her hand. “It’s a date, then?” 

“Yes indeed.” 

Aelin got home with the biggest smile on her face, grinning into the darkness of her garage like a complete idiot. Gods. One would think she was sixteen and on her very first date again, she was so giddy. But hell, she really liked Rowan Whitethorn. Only one date, and she felt herself falling. 

She’d have to remember to thank Enda for giving her his single brother’s number. 

~~~

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